Blake wasted no time rushing forward. While he did not need to use a weapon, he was still trying his best to perfect his swordsmanship. He had no master, and Lillia could only teach him so much as she was also not a master at the sword, but he was slowly getting comfortable with a sword.
With smooth movements, he sped into the group of four orcs that were currently pacing back and forth and swung his sword out. One plop, two plops, four plops altogether, blood sprayed from the orc's necks as their heads rolled across the ground. At such a scene Blake could only sigh. "Still too easy…"
