The soldier tried to pull the spear free and run.
Grok grabbed the spear, pulled it deeper into his own body to close the distance, then seized the soldier's head in both massive hands.
He squeezed.
The soldier's skull crumpled like a rotted melon. Brain matter and blood sprayed.
Four soldiers down. Four remaining. Three minutes elapsed.
The remaining soldiers backed away, suddenly much more cautious. They'd just watched an orc kill four trained soldiers in less than three minutes while taking a spear through his torso.
One soldier threw a javelin from fifteen feet away, not willing to get close.
The javelin struck Grok's shoulder. He broke off the wooden shaft protruding from his flesh and kept fighting, the metal point still embedded.
Another soldier used archery, shooting from cover behind a wall section.
Arrow hit Grok's leg. Then his other shoulder. Then his chest.
Grok was bleeding from multiple wounds now. Vision blurring. Strength fading.
Four minutes elapsed.
