Darius's long blade clashed against thick, monstrous flesh. The vibration of heavy impact rattled through his weary bones.
He jumped to the side, dodging an incoming strike from the hulking orc in front of him. He barely stabilized his body, but his breath still came in ragged gasps.
The silver sword tore through the nearest orc's chest, but the beast was persistent. Even as it bled, it still swung its massive claws at him.
Darius twisted his sword just in time to block the strike, but the sheer force sent him staggering. His muscles were burning from exhaustion.
His grip faltered for a mere second, but in a battle like this, a second was the difference between life and death.
These high-level orcs before him were nothing like the mindless beasts they had slain before.
These creatures were intelligent and much more cunning than the blind ones. They had learned from their fallen brethren. Their crimson eyes gleamed with malicious hunger as they stared at Darius.
