The roar of the corrupted orc was deafening, echoing through the vast chamber as it charged, its massive blade raised high. Sophie barely had time to react, her heart thundering in her chest. She watched as the monstrous creature bore down on them, its eyes blazing with dark fury. And then, in an instant, Draven was in front of her, his twin blades crossing to intercept the orc's strike.
The force of the impact sent a powerful shockwave through the room, knocking some of the knights off balance. Sophie felt the vibrations travel through her bones, the sheer power of the clash ringing in her ears. She saw Draven's arms tense, the muscles coiling like steel cables, holding the orc's blade at bay. For a moment, the orc leaned into him, their faces mere inches apart, a snarl curling on the creature's lips. And then, the orc pushed harder, forcing Draven back a few steps.
