Whenever Sigurd is up...
"Did I hear blasphemous refuse?" Sigurd bellowed, towering over the orc, his voice far deeper due to his massive size. "Blasphemers deserve wrath divine!"
Possibly, they deserved various other kinds of wrath too.
The nature of blasphemy was alas complicated, as for example opposing the Sen-Rabbim emperor was seen as blasphemous, yet Sigurd could not bring himself to show reverence to a man claiming to be a god.
Alas, there would be enough time to ponder on the nature of blasphemy once this obvious perpetrator thereof was smitten, thoroughly so.
The cat could wait.
Smite evil. +4 to hit, because Sigurd is such a handsome lad, and +1 to damage.
Rolled 19, threat, attack roll 20 to confirm. I believe it's safe to assume it's a critical, yes?
24 damage to Korky. Smiting at its finest.
With thundering steps, he approached just as Auxzali's ouzala carved a gash across the orc's belly, led with an iron-shod boot against the monster's frothing face, sending it reeling into the corner and brought down the immense sword down upon the reeling villain. It seemed to glisten, dispelling the darkness of the cave even more than his radiant shield did, and sing as it carved the air, the vile blood sizzling around its edge!
"Enough! I think I told you to come forth!
The fury of Zevoah was briefly inscribed in Sigurd's features, to be replaced by his usual cocky grin a second after the bandit leader fell.
"They never listen."
Korkarr could but gurgle back, slowly sinking to the ground, the carmine staining his seared fur.
The massive knight picked the dying orc up by his neck, obviously delighting in the adversary being suddenly tiny in comparison, and claimed his amulet.
"I believe we are done here!" he laughed, tossing Korkarr aside - only to feel the panther's jaws close on his behind!
"Or perhaps not..."
"Nim, I certainly hope when I shrink, that the bite shrinks too."