Aldrich barged in through the dust and rubble like a hunter in pursuit of his prey. He surveyed his surroundings and spotted the she-orc, flopped over with her body in shambles.
But alive. Which honestly shocked Aldrich, he did not think that it was possible to survive that attack when it was taken head-on and at such close proximity.
This room had some kind of bar and the stench of alcohol and smoke was clear as day. Immediately most people ran away in panic.
He frowned and looked around at the rest of the low lives, the reason he didn't rush in to finish her off yet was because he would leave an opening for another Crestmaster to ambush him.
He walked over slowly over to the half-orc and raised his sword. And then swung to the left. His ears rang and his hand shook.
The dwarf behind the bar shot at him with a shotgun but he blocked with the sword. He guessed that there were nine pellets meaning that it was a 00 buckshot. It was dangerous even for a Crestmaster.
