Frigs stood there, the time slowed down in his eyes; he was focused as one or two metres away was the axe of his enemy, aiming right for his head. But he wasn't planning to give up on living that day or any day soon.
As a scenario was created in his head, if he jumped to the side, the orc would slap him or change the course of the axe in mid-air. And so he rolled forward this time, not giving the enemy any chance of detaching his head from his body.
The ground shook when the axe hit the ground, a cloud of dust formed around it for the ground was dry. It soon joined the giant cloud of dust in front of Frigs and his troops as the orcs charging toward them were becoming closer and closer.
Not wasting his time, however, he turned around used the momentum of his body with his sword. The blade of the sharpest steel sword he could create made an impact with the body of the leader of orcs.
