>>5498418>>5498565>>5498612>>5498649>>5499033Finding it most prudent to strike down the opponent directly in front of you before all else, you break into a sprint, set to meet his charge with one of your own. Brandishing your blade, you employ your signature tactic, dazzling your foe with movements both hypnotic and powerful before cutting them down to size. The orc's stance is flawed, and the clumsy way he handles his weapon telegraphs his inexperience. You can clearly envision slicing through the vulnerable tissue of his neck, and know that this will be your kill.
As is so often the case, however, the gods have different designs in mind. What seemed a clear path between you and your target is obstructed by a single solitary stone the size of a fist that has managed to escape your notice until this crucial moment. You are not even allowed a moment to curse before the tip of your boot knocks against it, throwing you off balance. Though you remain standing, your momentum has been lost, and with it your opportunity to fell the enemy with a single stroke of your blade.
Your ears register the maniacal cackling of a madwoman far off in the distance.
Hoping to capitalize on your misfortune, the orc draws close and swings wide with his weapon. This does him little good; the gap in skill betwixt the two of you is too wide to bridge through ferocity alone. You manage to duck under the head of the axe with minimal effort, strafing around him to ensure that all of your opponents are in front of you whilst he stamps his boots into the floor to halt his ill-conceived advance.
A superior position provides a better perspective of the battlefield. The displacer beast has already gored another foe, leaving another still with a hideous scar across his face. In an attempt to avenge their fallen comrade, the two remaining orcs attack in serial, resolved to put the creature down for good. Both catch air in place of flesh, the first missing the beast's body by a wide margin, the second landing a sure-kill against a mere trick of light.
The two remaining orcs join the fight, seeking to aid their fellows by flanking the beast. Together with the one before you, five enemies remain.
>[Strength, Attack] Once more, with feeling. Die, iblith!>[Strength] Perhaps it is good that I did not kill this one. I will be taking him alive, instead.>[Agility, Attack] My efforts are better spent assisting the beast, for I still have need of it. 