"Charge!"
Theo and the other warriors were facing the remaining Orcs, and they were doing their best to ensure that no one would remain.
Thanks to Pryion's help, the Orcs were reduced like they were nothing- the knight had his flair. Each strike was calculated and well landed, making it look like an elegant dance on the bafflefield.
"We are going to win this!" Michael smiled as he smashed his way through the number of Orcs, his golden aura seemed to follow him like a trail wherever he landed a blow.
"Ze-haa Cut!"
A beautiful thrust of blue flame could be seen pushing down the Orcs, and Raya was moving like she was an entirely different unit.
"These beasts are getting more annoying than we give them credit for."
She moved closer to see if she would be able to take more of the Orcs down.
A gust of wind caught her attention, she turned to look at Theo. The warrior was doing his best, equipped with a physique like his, along with his strategic mind.
