Both of Clara’s swords sunk deep into the orc’s groin. He froze, grip loosening on his sword. He made a small groan and even smaller whimper. She sliced her kitanas down and out and the orc collapsed, leaving his sword buried in the earth, clutching his wound.

Ponytail roared directly behind her. Clara leaped, but he grabbed hold of one tiny foot with his massive hand. She fell, being dragged back to the earth by her foot. She scrambled, knowing he could simply crush her foot to pulp at any moment. Clara turned, sticking her blade deep in his wrist.