Bahadir had maneuvered to survive before, but it was a strategy he had been a bit too scatterbrained to think of at the moment. His lithe companion was good for more than her sword and her promises, he decided. A sizeable portion of the greenskins and beastmen had rammed into one another, their intimidation of the other side more powerful than their hatred of humans. A lone beastman had leaped like a mountain ram, twin axes in its hands as it threw itself into the midst of the orcs. From there, the maelstrom of the melee was hard to watch with certainty of its outcome, not that Bahadir or Calliope had the time to do so. 

The pirate wench dispatched a beastman with a well placed riposte, dancing back as another gor harried her with a notched sword, braying. Spittle and putrid breath erupted from its goat-like snout. An orc had thought her easy prey, launching itself at her back with a large scimitar, only for Bahadir to behead the thing with a well-placed chop of his axe. Calliope gave a nod of thanks, but Bahadir could not even grant a 'your welcome' in his language before another orc replaced the last one, this one larger and carrying an axe of its own. Bahadir ducked a swing, but his own counter was blocked with the haft of the big greenskin's own weapon, the orc thrusting its elbow forward. Bahadir turned his head aside to make the blow glancing, and he used the momentum to perform a spin kick, his boot connecting with the orc's powerful jaw. It felt like he kicked stone, but even with its enhanced physiology, the orc was dazed. Bahadir raised his axe and clove through its skull, chopping through it like a melon. 

A quick glance to the battlefield showed him the orcs held the advantage, and as more beastmen charged at him, he barked 'Qursan!' which was his people's word for pirate, or 'Corsair'. Calliope was well traveled enough to understand, and she redirected a beastman's spear thrust, bloodying its snout with the pommel of her saber before she turned to acknowledge him. He reached for her, and she reached for him. They grabbed each other's forearms, and Bahadir yanked her out of range of the beastmen. To her credit, she did not land on the ground, but clung to his back as he leaped and kicked off the wall, sailing over a scarred orc swinging a flanged mace. Calliope managed to kick it in the face as they sailed past, and once Bahadir landed, she dropped to the ground. Both humans turned, now back to back as half a dozen greenskins had seen the acrobatics and worried one another on who got to fight the duo next. 

"Kol Khara!" Bahadir spat, speaking the insult in a manner that could be construed no other way than offensively.

"Bilge rats, the lot of ya!" She cursed, her voice surprisingly powerful for one so small, at least that was Bahadir's thoughts. 

The orcs did not need to be told twice, the first three howling and shouldering past each other, their broad-shouldered bulk glowing from the sun. Calliope cut a thick wrist before blocking the sword with her own, having to half-hand her sabre to keep it from crashing atop her. Bahadir parried a mace with the head of his axe, giving a backhanded swipe that cut across the orc's face, drawing blood. It cried out in anger and confusion, but the roar died on its lips when its ally impaled it with a longsword. The orc behind it withdrew the blade and shoved its dead comrade out of the way to enter the fray. 

Bahadir felt Calliope's strategy was working, but he was getting tired, and they were bound to make a mistake at some point. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he knew he could just as easily die today as not.