The orc wielded his sword with both hands. Clara tried deflecting the blow, but there was so much power behind it, her own defense did little more than keep the blade from slicing her in two. Instead, the blow pushed her back and toward the ground. Dead eye loomed over her but didn’t slow to savor the victory too soon. Instead, he swiftly brought the blade down toward her again.

Having little other choice, Clara rolled toward him and stabbed at what was behind the loin cloth. Both of her swords sunk in and the orc froze, his eyes wide.