The war on this creature is getting so tensed up. The culmination exists as far as we approached and provoked it. It is no wonder orcs of the old realm have the strength to smite a set of legions but they are too incoherent to unite one another to fend off belligerence. By no mistake, orcs are not illiterate. Humans too can differ from other humans. Primitivism also exists in human society. Tribalism. Feudalism. All exist to each race. So as orcs have. 'Croisian', 'Aslab', 'Ordos', 'Hirililal' and many of them - most of the population of the orcs are distributedly scattered.
"Centaurs, pull out. Standby. Vanguard. Hold still…" keeping to retain the line, as I shout orders.
The orc champion throws a rock on us but the might of our 'shield wall' does not faze, the projectile hurled gets ricocheted off of our shields. The monster then follows it with a swing of its ax in a downward motion. The creature is testing whether the aggregated formation is showing some signs of fissures or whatnot. In the end, the weapon of the orc champion deflects off of its grasp. After the attack has happened, I shed off from the formation and start attacking the monster. I became the shock absorber (one of the front shielders of the column) at the moment to conserve the energy of my troops, who still fought valiantly, as I have noticed that they are repelling this monster for about hours now. In every slash and thrust we hit the monster, the orc champion becomes more and more nimble and stronger.
"Men, wait for orders!" on my behest, to get themselves a repose, as I am going to stall the monster and wait for the reinforcement to come in.
"You will be the first fine piece in my collection, hanging around my neck." the orc champion utters, as he is referring to my skull to be the part of his trophy.
I scoff: "I'll be the judge of that." saying 'NEVER!'
The monster draws the first move by swinging his ax in a downward motion. I slug out of the danger, missing it to hit me completely. To mitigate its attack, I divert the frontal assault with the use of my shield. Deflect, move, and dodge. I am testing his endurance to deplete its stamina. Little that I know, this creature is really stubborn. I am aware of its power and its fortitude but I can't seem to drain his reserves out. "Goddamn this monster!" the only words that I could think of. But, damn! This creature is in absolute madness. The epitome of persistence. Meanwhile, I got a lucky shot rendering to its knees. But the monster nearly caught me off guard when I am about to drop my guard, as the orc champion while on its knees throws a horizontal slash. Fortunately, out of my instincts, I hold my blocking position in a partial fashion. Close to injuring myself. Cut to my shoulder. Dislocated elbow. Off side elbow. Left hemisphere.
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"Lord Aisla!" shout by the mass, as seeing me wounded in a grievous manner.
"Stop! Don't rush towards me! I repeat. I tell to halt!" I yell towards them, deterring them from getting closer to me.
In just a matter of seconds, they do conform to my biddings, as the magic users, who excel in healing spells, cast an art… a rejuvenation blessing upon me. They move backward, giving me some space to perform and to fight. Well, thanks, Clyden for offering me support in an implicit way. The shield that I am using has deteriorated over the course of time being beaten down into a pulp. Thanks, shield. You have done enough work, it's time for you to get some rest and you will get repaired soon. As I am talking directly to the shield attached to my left wrist. The guys from behind hurl me their shield, layered in thick coated steel alloys, as I hoist my arms directing the message unto them, delivering: "Thanks for the shield, guys!" as I signify. They say: "No problem, Lord Aisla!" whereas they shout in unison.
I am dabbled in sweat and my throat is too dry to speak a word. I get back up standing on my two feet. I wait for the orc to lift his ax out of the dugged crate - repositioning to its ready stance. I am feeling gentleman today just for this creature. I head towards the monster where I hold my shield, facing forward… as I dash in big strides. In proximity, I am about close to the monster, it extends its grabbing hand (its off hand) to catch me. I roll in the opposite direction, as I calculate the speed of its motion when the orc is about to stretch its arms. I pounce aiming for the head where to protect itself. After a series of mid-air juggle struggle, I finally have landed a hit with a precised attack. The orc yells to its pain. One eye down, one eye to go.
"Lord Aisla! Lord Aisla! The auxiliaries have come. We have extra muscles to purge the vile creature." A cry that uproars the entire troops, as the surge of morale increases.
"Lord Aisla, you have done a great job. We will take down this monster on your behalf. Observe us how we will topple this big guy." Clyden says, where he clings his wrists to my shoulder and taps on it, as I step back away from the scene - purporting the orc champion is theirs.
After every each wounds have cut, many of them have injured, nonetheless, we don't suffer any death casualties. Lucky on our part, we manage to really incapacitate this giant orc. The last of its kind. We spare its life to let Lord Geoff convince or whatever he might do him. An orc-to-orc conversation. Though, Lord Geoff is a partly orc. Now that the job is done. We celebrate our accomplishments as roars and jubilation are permeating all around this atmosphere. To apprehend our target, we stick a pillory (a huge and metal one) onto its head and its wrists and placing a shackle to its foot.
"Onwards to the capital!" I shout, commanding them to move forward, as I point my sword towards the direction, brandishing my blade.