A growl tore its way from Maxim's throat, even as his blood boiled. Yet he hung on, digging his claws into the orc's armor and tearing at it, even as he took the hilt to the face. In return, he pounded at Saurfang's face a few more times with his own sword, clinging like a burr.

"Hyu a fonny guy, und hyu got a few goot tricks, but Hy hefn't hed a goot fight in a long time. Hy'm not even varmed up, sveethot!"

With that, he tried to kick the orc's legs out from beneath him.