Faedryl's mental force shoves the orc into the wall and he grunts from the impact, pushing off and whirling around in search for what shoved him. His gaze settles on Faedryl, and it's not clear if he really understands her words - even without the drugs, orcs were never the sharpest javelins in the quiver. But it's clear he understands the hostility behind them. "You- wh-" he stumbles over his words as he stumbles over his feet, taking a wide swinging haymaker at Faedryl. She is able to duck beneath the swing, and his fist rams into the wall hard, causing him to growl and clutch his knuckle.