As he looked forward, he watched steam emit from the aftermath and receiver of the hit–the orc was embedded in the boulder as the steam exuded from his position, slowly pulling himself free from the rock as he landed back on his feet.
Bingo, he thought.
The cause for celebration came in the apparent bruising present on the gray chest of the Orc God, shifted to a damaged black-and-blue as smoke continued to emit from the wound, bleeding as its skin was peeled to reveal the flesh beneath.
Biding his time as the Orc God lumbered over with both of its weapons still in hand, he shook and wiggled his right arm, curling his fingers to make sure it was still functioning.
