The orc on the ground was not dead, it taking more than a few dozen cuts and an elephant tusk buried in the orc’s back to do him in, but Clara doubted she would have to worry about him again this day.

Then ponytail came at her in a dead on charge. Clara sidestepped, avoiding his grasp, but realized too late that he was actually driving her toward dead eye. He wielded his massive sword with both hands now, leaving his club still impaling his friend on the ground. Clara tried to deflect the blow, but it was no use.