Dark, gray red blood oozed from dozens of wounds; the orc’s arms, legs, chest, gut, and face blotted with bullet holes. Even his feet, hands, and throat had been hit. The orc glared at Randal, immense hatred burning in his small, dark eyes. Then his focus faded. He took one heavy step toward the Special and collapsed, his massive body hitting the cold ground with a wet thud.

The orc was dead.

The Special took a brief moment to catch his breath. A pool of blood quickly formed beneath and around the orc’s body.

Ran stood to continue his escape.