These high orcs all wore massive armour plates with the tusks and horns of beasts protruding from the pauldrons. Their armour made them literal tanks.
Against the charge of red-skinned high orcs, bullets became useless. They bounced off their tough armour, so the Agents sent their Greyhounds to meet them.
Although the Greyhounds were fast and moved in groups, a swing of a high orc's axe was all it took to rip them apart.
Only Dominic's summon had the strength to handle these high orcs. It swatted them to the ground with heavy paw strikes, biting off their heads, but their numbers were great.
As it faced one orc after tossing another against a tree, a third high orc descended with a downward sweep of its axe, yet Dominic calculated it and shot the high orc right at its unprotected skull.
The orc fell only to rise back up. 'It's not just their armour. Our bullets are useless against their skin.'
