The orc fell with a mighty thud under the surprise of the tribe. The chieftain was fueled with rush and adrenaline but still could not stop the incoming fist against his jaw.
The chieftain's remaining eye squinted in pain before it snapped open as a figure was blocking the view of the sun. The bundle of muscles immediately rolled over to the side and narrowly dodged the incoming stomp.
Lyon didn't even leer nor hear the orc's 'Tch!' before an ax was coming his way. The world was creating a subtle movement as the land slightly shift from the momentum of the swing, however, the dark mist sword immediately repelled the incoming hack with a loud ding.
"Die," Lyon whispered before he took a half step further and once again entered the orc's range.
"It's you who is going to die!" shouted the orc before his pupil's shrunk as a dark flash went past him.
Lyon was standing a distance away with his back facing the orc to the silence of the battlefield.
