As he picked himself up off of the ground, his head felt as if it had been trampled on by a horse, his ears ringing even after he managed to remove the dented heaume from over his face.
A warm feeling on his torso and the smell of burning metal prompted him to gaze down at his chest, where the still-glowing remains of his warhammer had integrated itself with his chestplate, the bubbling steel singeing the nearby leather. Hoping to save what was left of his equipment, he produced a dagger and reached behind himself - cutting through the leather straps that secured the coat of plates.
Throwing the metal aside with a thud, he sheathed the dagger and pulled his longsword from its scabbard, just now realizing that the threats had already been dealt with and that the damsel was calling out to him from above.
He blinked a few times, lowering his blade and looking up at the woman in the tree. "Yes, my lady. I am quite alright - better than these scoundrels." He called back, making sure that the remaining orcs were relieved of their weapons before replacing his sword. "What about you, my lady? Are you hurt?"
There was certainly a tone of worry in his voice, even though none of the assailants had managed to scale her makeshift fortress before his timely arrival.
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