As the Orc God took a slow approach, he began their confrontation with a swift disappearance and reemergence from the shadows, using his sword to launch an array of slashes against the gray-hide of the orc.
Confirming what he experienced earlier, the body of the colossal brute seemed practically invulnerable as the steel of his blade simply bounced off of its body with each attempted cut.
Even clad in reinforcement, the edge of Belus simply couldn't rend the flesh of the orc, who stomped his feet, turning towards the man at his back.
"What the hell is your diet…?" He joked, though immediately shut his mouth as he was forced to flip backward to avoid a slam of the brute's weapon.
As if suddenly now recognizing the human before him as a proper opponent, the Orc God unleashed into a frenzy of attacks, swiping and slamming his club around as waves of the crimson lake splashed and parted.
