Clara did not have a secret weapon for these orc. She was simply determined and unafraid, and she needed to help Randal, the man she loved, from this horrible place, and bring him home and care for him and make him strong again.

With a flurry of metal, Clara made quick, shallow cuts with her swords, three inches here, five inches there, and leapt around the three orc, not slowing her pace a fraction as the creatures swung their weapons and massive arms. Clara wouldn’t go too deep with any cut for fear of staying in one place too long.