The corrupted orcs let out guttural roars, their weapons as massive as their bulky frames, crashing against Theo's shield with relentless force. Each blow sent tremors down his arms, the vibrations shaking his very core, but he stood firm. Theo gritted his teeth, refusing to give an inch. Beside him, Sharon moved like a force of nature, her broadsword arcing through the air with a speed and power that seemed impossible for its size.
"Come on, Theo! Hold it steady!" Sharon shouted, her fiery temper flaring as she lunged forward, her blade striking at an orc's exposed side.
Theo didn't respond verbally—he couldn't afford to. His shield deflected another incoming swing, a clang echoing off the walls, the sheer force pushing him back slightly. Sharon took the opening he made, stepping in with her powerful swing aimed right at the neck of the orc. Her blade connected, slicing through the weak point where Draven had said the dark energy coalesced.
