Both having exchanged a hit on the other, it was evident how the duel would play. One had incredible strength and power yet was also no longer in the right state of mind. Whilst the other was whilst weaker physically had more arcane prowess.
'Don't get caught and victory is imminent.' The reincarnate tells himself as he realizes everything is in his own control in this game of tag.
The next 20 minutes was a repeating pattern: the orc charges, the reincarnate dodges and lands a counterattack with the strengthened darkness spear. The large pale orc's body is riddled with cuts. Yet they seem to act as no more than small paper cuts for the orc even if the size an depth of the wounds beg to differ.
'Either I'm delusional or he doesn't feel pain.' the reincarnate analyzes the wound which would have crippled any normal human. A not trustworthy standard in this world but a standard nonetheless. 'Perhaps a more precise blow might do the trick or at least have the chance to cripple this maniac.' The reincarnation thinks of his new plan as he combines even more darkness and blood magic. This time, to create these black chains engulfed with traces of blood floating in the air. They fly toward the frenzied large pale orc and constrict themselves around his large frame. The strength of the reincarnate's mana battling against the pale orc's strength. The leader of the orc tries to break free but finds himself struggling as the reincarnate now rushes for an attack of his own.
Before the reincarnate attacks, he spews fire on top of the blood-bound darkness spear. With his new attack plan in mind, he aims for the pale orc's even paler left eye. Lodging the spear in the left eye of the large pale orc, the spear goes as deep as it can.
The crowd cheers for the brutality, yearning for death and pain. A complete opposite of the large pale orc leader, who's simply quiet. His struggle against the mana-made chains weakened as the battle finally reaches its end.
'Let's end it.' The reincarnate thinks, seeing his chance.
The reincarnate pulls out his darkness mana spear once more, aiming it at the other eye. I come closer, ready to deliver the finishing blow. In the middle of the new attack, the sound of shattering metal breaking fills the area as the mana-made chains shatter. The left hand of the large pale orc successfully grabs the reincarnate's axe. Using his other he grabs the dark mana made spear and shatters that as well. The shattering of the mana-made weapon mirroring that of how a normal spear would have sounded when forcefully destroyed.
The orc immediately pushes the reincarnate to the ground, choking the reincarnate as his firm grip tightens even more.
The leader of the pale orcs laughs loudly before he yells."YOU HAD QUITE A LOT OF FUN, DIDN'T YOU?!?! THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE UNDEAD MARAUDERS!" Spit landing on the reincarnate as the still frenzied orc continues to squeeze his throat. The feeling of his bones beginning to give in one of the lesser pains. "YOU TAKE MY EYE!" the place orc yells as he moves his grip from the neck to the beautiful emerald-colored eyes. Where he slowly squeezes, putting more and more on them. "YOU KILL MY BROTHER! DISRESPECT ME! DO YOU KNOW WHO SPONSORS ME?! WHAT I'M GOING TO BE?! HOW DARE YOU!" He yells continuing his pressure on the emerald eyes of the reincarnate who unlike the orc before does yell out in pain. Desperately scratching the firm and strong hands of the large orc. Blood streaming out of his eyes, ear and mouth. The Pale Orc laughs loudly, mocking the reincarnate beneath him.
'This is bad… I need to do something.' the reincarnate thinks, the forceful dark causing him to panic even more. 'I can't... I can't.' He falls into a panic before acting completely on instinct alone. Once again, he creates a large dark circle on the floor around. Yet, instead of many spears, one large spear comes from the dark circle. Piercing both the reincarnate through the rib cage and the place orc leader through his mouth into his head. The grip of the orc loosens once again, which the reincarnate immediately uses to push the body off. He dispels the darkness-made spear and immediately reaches for the hole in the rib cage he created himself. His regenerative powers, desperately working to fix him. The reincarnate summons another darkness-made spear and looks over once again toward the large pale orc. Unsure whether the duel has ended or if it was only another idle wish.
The leader of the pale orcs lies bleeding on the ground, unmoving. The reincarnate sighs in relief as the orc was now truly dead.
'That was way too close.' the reincarnate thinks as rubs his bloodied eyes, struggling to keep them open for a long amount of time.
The crowds a mix of cheers and chocks. Only the pale orcs not cheering as the other unaffiliated demons and devils seem to be satisfied with this entertainment. The reincarnate sinks into his own shadow and walks out of another. Purposely choosing a shadow of a spectator who's standing on the other side of the old man. He looks over to the old man. The old man simply claps with that same dislodged smile. A shiver passes the reincarnates back before he runs into the alley. Hoping to avoid another battle in this condition.