"Light, guide my crusade." As Pharata charged toward her foe, a spark of orange light embodied her. She dashed forward and then lunged to the left, bringing her too close to the ogre for the lumbering brute to get a proper angle to swing its massive axe at her. Pharata continued her prayer, "and give me the command to end my enemies." As the words finished, the orange light poured from her to the ogre.
The ogre, either too furious or too stupid, seemed unaffected by the light. "Me smash draenei!" It roared in defiance and irritation at the small, blue draenei woman.
Pharata, noticing an opening, grinned in excitement; she brought her blue crystalline war hammer down in a powerful swing to the ogre's ribs. The shock of the blow rattled Pharata's arms as an audible thwump is heard from the impact. Bones snapped. The brute emptied its lungs of air with a whoosh, followed by a desperate rasping as it tried to suck in oxygen after such a devastating blow. However, it isn't given the chance. Orange light again exudes from Pharata and her Oathkeeper war hammer; supernaturally quick, her blessed strike delivers home yet another devastating blow against the ogre, this one shattering its left collar bone. The ogre fell to its knees, trying in vain to regain control of its breathing. It desperately chopped at the paladin with its axe, but the attempt was clumsy and poorly executed, and deflected with ease.
Sensing its doom approaching, the ogre began flailing about with the last of its strength. It's strength failing, the attempts began to falter. The draenei readied her weapon, then sent the war hammer down atop the ogre's head. A sickening crunch broke the chatter of the marsh as the ogre's head split open, and the being's neck snapped. The massive being fellto the ground with an audible thud.
Pharata gripped her hammer tight and pulled it free from the slain ogre's pummel head. Bits of gore and shattered skull cake the blessed war hammer. Grim determination sketches itself upon the paladin's face. "You and your kind will no longer threaten my people. Divine retribution has come."
The sounds of battle must have attracted more of the brutes. Two massive ogres charged at Pharata from either side. She quickly blessed her war hammer, exuding the same familiar orange light from the previous encounter and braces herself for the charge.
"RAAAAARGH!" One ogre roared as it threw itself at the draenei, a massive cudgel bearing down against her. Pharata dodged out of the way and counter attacked, bringing her hammer down onto the ogre's thigh. The blow was superficial though, and the ogre shrugged it off.
Loud thumps echoed through the marsh as the second ogre joined the scene, barreling in from behind Pharata. Still gaining her balance from the previous attack, Pharata is unable to leap away in time! With a muffled yelp, she is sandwiched between two, beefy bodies as the ogre simply tackles her into the first ogre. In a fumble of limbs, the three all fall to the ground. The momentum throws Pharata's war hammer from her grasp. Being crushed by the weight of the ogre atop her, she desperately attempts to suck in air. Failing, she begins clawing at the flesh of the ogre atop her, but she is unable to squirm free.
On the verge of passing out, the weight is finally lifted from her, and she sucks in air as fast as she can. Raspy coughing fills the air as the paladin attempts to prop herself up on her forearms.
However, she isn't given the chance. A giant, meaty hand embraces her, and wraps around her torso. Pharata gasps in shock. She finds herself lifted from the ground, her arms pinned to her sides and her hooves dangling as she's lifted up to the face of one of the ogres.
