With a bang, the stone floor fragmented and flew everywhere. Sharog although weak was still able to dodge the giant's slow punch.
The close proximity also helped her notice something. It provided an adequate explanation as to why she could still muster the strength to dodge.
Not all of the runes on the giant orc's skin glowed. Those that did, glowed faintly. It was as if they were not receiving a constant or sufficient mana supply.
"Get back! It's too strong" Sharog yelled towards her allies who were already in the midst of charging forward or tossing their weapons.
"Hahaha, they think they can challenge the champions of our tribe. Those are the chosen ones of God!" The fanatics on the other side made fun of the orcs who had just begun their bitter struggle.
Sharog ignored the jeers and sneers. They never even entered her ears as she hurriedly stood up to try and dodge another sharp fist.
A crunching sound. Sharog heard a crunching sound.
