![]() ![]() A crushing mob of fighting troops and shying mounts churned to pulp what had been fields of crops just hours before. Here in the boiling cauldron of the main battlefield, bloody conflict stretched out on every side. The warband had some serious resistance to overcome before they could get to him. Glancing down the hill, Stryke could make out the Wolverines, embroiled in the greater battle on the plain below.Ĭoilla looked up and saw Stryke on the hill above, not far from the walls of the settlement, savagely laying into a group of defenders.īut for the moment their leader would have to look after himself. The creature spiralled into the trampling melee. Stryke's blade found its heart, triggering a scarlet eruption. Momentum carried the stroke on, lifting the creature's arms high and leaving its chest unprotected. It missed, but came close enough for him to feel the displaced air. In desperation, the creature lurched toward him, its sword slashing at his face. Stryke kept harrying from a distance, awaiting his chance. After several passes the creature strained with effort, huffing clouds of icy breath. Designed for hacking, it needed to be swung in a wider arc. The size and weight of the creature's broadsword made it awkward to use in close combat. Stryke's weapon was better suited to fencing. They parried and thrusted, moving in a slow,Ĭumbersome dance, their boots seeking purchase on bodies of friend and foe alike. Stryke went on the offensive, engaging his assailant's blade with a rain of aggressive swipes. Mindful of its fellow's fate, this one was more cautious. The second attacker was on him, clutching a two-handed broadsword, its glinting tip just beyond the limit of Stryke's reach. The creature went down, a stupefied expression on its face. Stryke quickly raked it upward, deep and hard, until it struck a rib, tumbling guts. The sword rammed into the enemy's stomach. He nimbly retreated a pace, dropped into a half crouch and lunged forward again, below his opponent's guard. His footing unsure, he stumbled and almost fell, pure instinct bringing up his sword to meet the first swinging blade. And now two more of the loathsome, soft pink creatures were moving in on him with murder in their eyes. Blood, mud and splashed brains flecked his jerkin. He was deafened by screams and clashing steel. Stryke couldn't see the ground for corpses. Stan Nicholls - Orcs First Blood 01 Bodyguard Of Lightning 1857985575 īodyguard of Lightning (BOOK ONE OCRs FIRST BLOOD) This book will change the way you feel about Orcs forever. Thankful to the orcs born to fight, destined to win peace for all." Thankful that it was me, not you, who bore the sword. A creature to be hunted down and slaughtered like a beast in the fields. To you I am a monster, a skulker in the shadows, a fiend to scare your children with. ![]()
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