[Aegis Labyrinthine]

Aegis' arms felt like they were vibrating from the impact the club made against his gauntlets. Had the beast been wearing anything but dwarven steel, he figured his bones would have shattered. These ogres were stronger than he given them credit for, but alas, he felt a deep satisfaction from severing the tip of his thumb. With any luck it would distort his club handling.

After being kicked against the tree, Aegis began to raise to his hooves, spitting the blood from his lip onto the ground. He was enraged and wanting this ogre to die, but when he looked over at his foe, he could see the ogre was thinking the same thing about him. With only a moment to react, the beast figured that since he wasn't quite on his hooves yet, he would dive out of the way just before the ogre made contact from charging. If his dive was successful, he would get onto his feet as fast as he could and charge the ogre with his gauntlet blades ready to slam into his flesh.