Unafraid, Xzavier began to dash forward along the extended arm of the chief orc with the agility of an Olympic sprinter. As Xzavier quickly made his way across the chief orc's arm, with his military grade pistol locked and loaded, he aimed at the chief orc's eye and fired. Unfortunately, the quick searching eyes of the orc had already discerned Xzavier's form racing on his arm towards him like an annoying ant. Instinctively, he violently tried to shake him off, like an irritating pest that had landed on him.
Thus, Xzavier's aim was disturbed and his bullet missed the target. As Xzavier had expected, the bullet simply grazed the rock hard face of the chief orc instead of pulverizing his eye. He wasn't in the least bothered because he knew that the chief orc's primary priority at the moment was to defend his already exposed weakness. The moment he dared to launch an attack with his left hand was the moment he would be finished.
