The lone guard was a blur of motion as he dodged a horizontal slash from an orc. He quickly countered with a thrust, the tip of his weapon hitting the orc's center chest. Another orc was already behind him, swinging a mace. He turned, raising his huge shield to block the blow. The impact sent him back a few inches.
A third orc, leaping through the air with dual blades, was met with a backhand slash to the throat. Blood gushed as the orc gurgled and fell. The mace-wielding orc swung again, and the guard turned to block, barely stopping the attack and being pushed back another few inches.
The guard paused, analyzing the situation. There were too many enemies, and his heavy shield was proving too slow for close quarters combat.
Korome watched from behind and laughed. "Hehe, even if you're strong, you can't take on all of us alone." The other orcs cheered, their voices a cacophony of bloodlust.
"Let me fight him!" one yelled.
"No, I'll fight him!" another insisted.
