Approaching the snowy-haired adolescent was a towering member of the orc crew with lengthy, black-lathered tusks. In the meaty paws of the savage creature were two, jagged-edged greatswords that looked like normal length swords in its large hands.
"Come on, big guy," he muttered.
I can't afford to use any spells this early on; even my usual level of reinforcement might be too much. Slow and easy...let's just see how strong these guys are before I decide anything, he thought.
Watching the gray-skinned, muscular orc raise one of his unrefined swords, he flipped around the downward swing with ease.
It's slow, he thought.
Given a window of opportunity to execute upon, he slashed Belus against the unprotected space between his dense armor, slicing the side of the orc's knee--jumping back before it could retaliate with a roar-fueled slash.
