BookKnight
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Dubok rubbed his shoulder where the other orc's hammer had smashed into it. "Stop! Not needed!" he grunted, getting his axe up between himself and his opponent. "You'll wake villagers!"
The other orc grinned, baring his fangs at Dubok. "Good. Then I feast! On them and you!" His war hammer seemed to shatter the air as it swung straight at Dubok. Unlike human war hammers which were designed to be heavy but small to focus the impact area and cause greater damage, this orc's hammer was a good two feet wide at the head and jagged, meant to stab into armor and flesh alike.
Dubok got his axe up in time so the hammer's head met the head of his axe, but the force of the nearly nine-foot-tall Orc's blow set his bones rattling and his vision blurring. At over a foot shorter than his opponent, he didn't have the reach or the power behind his blows, and he couldn't keep defending forever. If he didn't think of something fast, his days of sitting peacefully watching butterflies were over! Unfortunately, orcs were not known for fast thinking. He staggered back, his foot crushing what was left of what had been a wooden chair he'd lashed together himself. It hadn't been particularly strong to begin with, but now it was nothing more than fire kindling. He liked that chair!
"Weakling can't even protect hovel!" gwaffed the bigger orc. "No wonder your clan kick you out. You useless food waste!"
Dubok snorted and charged forward, swinging his axe wildly. His attack worked, and the big orc retreated to avoid the sharp blades. Dubok turned and ran, jumping over the bits that used to be the roof of his little hovel. He heard the other orc roar behind him in anger and scorn. Yes, he was a coward for running, but better a live coward than a dead idiot. Everything he had except his anvil had already been destroyed. What was the point in sticking around to defend a piece of land that was just the same as any other piece? Dubok had only been here a short time, one of many attempts to settle down somewhere that was not completely the middle of nowhere. There was no point in defending the grass. He'd just find a new patch.
Thunderous footsteps shook the ground as the massive orc chased him. Apparently, running him off wasn't good enough. Dubok had to die. Something clipped his leg, and Dubok stumbled, falling shiny head over dirty, bare heels. He landed with a grunt in what felt like a ditch and stared up at the sky swirling above. The pounding footsteps drew closer. He pulled himself up and groaned. He was in a ditch! The ditch on the side of the road leading right into town! The early morning light highlighted the distant houses that would soon be fully of wakeful occupants, if they weren't awake already. Oh no. This was far too close. He was going to get into so much trouble! A massive hand grabbing the back of his leather collar and lifting him up reminded him that he was already in a lot of trouble. How could it get worse than this?
The other orc grinned, baring his fangs at Dubok. "Good. Then I feast! On them and you!" His war hammer seemed to shatter the air as it swung straight at Dubok. Unlike human war hammers which were designed to be heavy but small to focus the impact area and cause greater damage, this orc's hammer was a good two feet wide at the head and jagged, meant to stab into armor and flesh alike.
Dubok got his axe up in time so the hammer's head met the head of his axe, but the force of the nearly nine-foot-tall Orc's blow set his bones rattling and his vision blurring. At over a foot shorter than his opponent, he didn't have the reach or the power behind his blows, and he couldn't keep defending forever. If he didn't think of something fast, his days of sitting peacefully watching butterflies were over! Unfortunately, orcs were not known for fast thinking. He staggered back, his foot crushing what was left of what had been a wooden chair he'd lashed together himself. It hadn't been particularly strong to begin with, but now it was nothing more than fire kindling. He liked that chair!
"Weakling can't even protect hovel!" gwaffed the bigger orc. "No wonder your clan kick you out. You useless food waste!"
Dubok snorted and charged forward, swinging his axe wildly. His attack worked, and the big orc retreated to avoid the sharp blades. Dubok turned and ran, jumping over the bits that used to be the roof of his little hovel. He heard the other orc roar behind him in anger and scorn. Yes, he was a coward for running, but better a live coward than a dead idiot. Everything he had except his anvil had already been destroyed. What was the point in sticking around to defend a piece of land that was just the same as any other piece? Dubok had only been here a short time, one of many attempts to settle down somewhere that was not completely the middle of nowhere. There was no point in defending the grass. He'd just find a new patch.
Thunderous footsteps shook the ground as the massive orc chased him. Apparently, running him off wasn't good enough. Dubok had to die. Something clipped his leg, and Dubok stumbled, falling shiny head over dirty, bare heels. He landed with a grunt in what felt like a ditch and stared up at the sky swirling above. The pounding footsteps drew closer. He pulled himself up and groaned. He was in a ditch! The ditch on the side of the road leading right into town! The early morning light highlighted the distant houses that would soon be fully of wakeful occupants, if they weren't awake already. Oh no. This was far too close. He was going to get into so much trouble! A massive hand grabbing the back of his leather collar and lifting him up reminded him that he was already in a lot of trouble. How could it get worse than this?