Andor watched as the Orc's arms flopped by its side. Its weapon hit the ground first and its body followed soon after.
Watching the hole he had created in the Orc's neck and the blood that flowed and pooled, Andor couldn't help but feel confused. He wondered where his strength increase had come from and the answer came when his eyes found the Cleric who had her arms thrust out.
"Oh, good," she let out with relief, "I was worried I wouldn't make it."
"It's because of you?" Andor asked, referring to the improvement in every single aspect of his physical ability.
The Cleric nodded and put her arms down. Even as she did, Andor noted that he didn't lose the improvements. He wondered if they were permanent. He hoped they were.
"It's the blessing of the Goddess. A Buff that improves all physicality by 60 percent," The Cleric explained and frowned,
"You looked like you were struggling there. I had to help. It's why we're here after all."
