The Special flew backwards, slamming into the opposite corner. His vision went stars and black, but he had to keep moving. He rolled to one side, kicking his leg out blindly.

He did not make contact with his attacker.

Instead he heard a deep bass laughter.

Randal continued to scramble backwards as his vision cleared.

A massive orc was advancing on him. The creature was huge. His chest was five feet across, and even with his hunched shoulders, he still stood over eight feet. His fists were the size of Randal’s pounding head, and he was coming right at him.