The orc's breath ragged, fumes of smoke flowing out of its nostrils.
Despite the bulging, grotesquely pumped muscles writhing under his skin, his body heaved with exhaustion.
Just ahead, the last remaining orc warrior wobbled unsteadily on its feet. One leg dragged behind it, and a deep, red gash stretched behind its knee.
It should've collapsed by now—but it remained standing with pure willpower, and fury at Riley.
"Grrr!" It bared his fangs at the teenager, letting out a loud growl.
Riley stood casually across from them, blades loose in his grip. A smirk flickered across his face—taunting, almost playful—as his gaze locked onto the panting leader.
The orc's nostrils flared.
Roarr!
And it roared.
A guttural, bone-rattling cry that shook leaves from the trees.
Then it charged.
BOOM!
Its colossal feet shattered the earth beneath them as it lunged forward, sword raised high.
The weapon gleamed howling as it split the air.
Swoosh!
