The Orcs had all fallen now and everyone's attention was on Marla who drew her sword back and struck the semi-Sphere a third time.
"Yeah, go Marla!!!" Yelled a male mercenary in her group.
Boyle shoved past him and stepped closer to Marla to ask with his eyes furrowed,
"What are you doing?"
The question was a bit foolish. It was obvious what Marla was doing. But also, Boyle's question was not to actually know what she was doing, but just a way to draw her attention and interrupt her next swing. He was getting a really bad feeling.
Marla ignored him. Her lips were stretched into a grin as she continued to strike the Semi-Sphere, weakening its structural integrity with each impactful contact.
Boyle took another step forward and the Mercenary he had shoved aside earlier went to stand in front of him with his arms spread.
"Stop moving old man," he said with a glower.
