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Blades met parries as they continued the fight. What felt like hours were only minutes of the battle each of them were contending with. Lucian could feel for the first real time in his lifetime the screaming of his muscles as he was pushing them to their limits. IT was almost exhilarating if it was not for the fact that every blow he made needed to be a killing blow.
Dozens were at their feet. Each one forcing the warriors to take a new step to sure their ground against the Orcs. The beasts, now climbing the small pile, yelled with glee as they came at them.
“May thee feel the folly of fighting against dwarven armor!” Cheered Adok as Lucian watched another Orc’s head explode. This one’s head however had a symbol of some kind etched into whatever flesh remained.
It was sudden but Lucian could feel his flesh seemingly become harder than stone. It was an intrinsic trust Lucian had in the Dwarf that allowed him to weather three blows from the surrounding Orcs and strike his blade into all three of them. One of them had their neck removed, another their collar bone, and the lost found his heart punctured in a single stroke.
Realizing the cost that was granted to him Lucian began weathering all the blows he could to score each of those hits. Just like the Knight and his armor Lucian was now impossible to take down by mundane means which the Orcs had.
Lucian knew that each blow of the Orcs should have knocked him off his feet but it had not. Just barely did he maintain his stance upon the ground and through this fact continued the slaughter for what must have been another minute.
Then, as if a wave had struck, the Orcs infront of Lucian stopped charging him. Dumbstruck by the sight Lucian lashed out and sliced into the creature with a haphazard blow that only wounded the back.
It was after this that Lucian head Adok cheering with happiness that was not driven from the battle itself but instead the outcome. Turning, he watched as a charge of brilliant colors came across the field and began running down all the Orcs that found themselves left behind.
As suddenly as they all noticed this came the the Knights running down every Orc that did not join their fellows in flight. The fighters who had been holding their position soon covered by a wave of Knights that were rushing to meet the fleeing monsters.
As they came by the Knight to whom he saved was raising his sword in triumph.
They had won the battle.
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