With fluid motion, Clara dove and rolled, feinting an opening for the orc’s attack. Dead eye came in quick, bringing his enormous sword down, but Clara rolled away. Taking advantage of his blind eye, she jumped at the other orc on the ground whose knee she had sliced. Dead eye swung his elephant tusk club blindly toward her. Clara leaped away from the fallen orc, the tusk piercing the creature’s back, dead eye unable to stop his own momentum upon seeing his compatriot on the ground.

The orc on the ground was not dead, but he was out of commission.