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Red. It was all the man could see, at this point. He wasn't sure himself, if it was his extreme rage and hate that was clouding his eyes, or the blood splattering out from the wound he'd just forced against the Orc's shoulder. Regardless, having dealt the Orc another blow from his sword, Taan wasted little time stepping back again. His lungs burned to keep up with the strain of squaring off against three attackers at a time, but he hadn't a choice but to stand his ground. Behind him, clothes torn and face wet with fearful tears, was a smaller Draenei. A woman, scared out of her mind, was an intended victim of the three Orcs. Holding himself between the Orcs and the woman, the Draenei warrior had placed himself into harm's way to protect the woman, a Draenei he'd never even met. A thought crossed his mind, about the horrors these Orcs would force upon this poor woman, had he not crossed their paths when he did. He shook the thought off, an Orc roaring and charging forward, as he raised his sword to parry away the large axe swung his way. A jerk of his arm, and a shifted hoof against the ground, sent the Draenei's armoured elbow to smash against the Orc's jaw.
Pain. It was all the Orc felt, from the blow, as the bones of his cheek and jaw shattered from the impact of the Draenei's assault.
Wanting to waste no time with dispatching them all, Taan swung himself to the side, and violently tore the edge of his sword against the disabled Orc's throat. Blood sprayed out across his armour and the ground below, as the first of his targets fell to the dirt and gasped for air. He shifted himself back once more, using his body to shield the crying woman from the Orcs, as his sword was lifted to be ready for the next of them. He was left with no respite, another Orc rushing into the melee, as a pair of spiked hammers were swung for his head. The warrior dropped to a crouch, hammers smashing together just above his head, as he thrust himself upwards suddenly and rammed the plated crest of his head against the Orc's chin. The Orc suddenly shot his leg forward, smashing his armoured knee against the Draenei's stomach, before bringing his hammer against his shoulder. Taan gritted his teeth, refusing to allow himself to be moved and expose the woman, and merely held his ground.
Untill he had spotted an opening.
The Orc never even realized what had happened, the blade running through his chest, before it was quickly, and violently jerked up against his ribs and tore the Orc in half. The woman screamed, as the blood sprayed out against the remaining three of the group, and soaked the Draenei's armour a dark red. One left to deal with, he turned himself around and faced his final target down with a hateful glare. He was never prepared for the next attack, the Orc slamming his entire body against his, as he was knocked over and against the ground. Pinning him down, the Orc lifted a jagged blade from his belt, and swung it for Taan's throat. Fearing more for the poor woman's suffering, should he falter and be slain in this fight, he quickly released his sword from hand and grabbed the Orc by his own. The two struggled for control over the weapon, both deadset on killing the other, before the Orc was suddenly kicked in the chest and thrown back. Taan wasted no time getting to his hooves, knowing full well how quick this could change, if he doesn't.
The Orc was ready for him, having taken the blade with him when he was kicked, and rushed in at the Draenei. His armour failed him this time, and the blade slipped under a plate and into his chest, landing just shy of his lung. Pain shot through his body, blood rushing down his chest and along his armour, as he struggled to push through the attack. The woman went silent, stunned in shock and awe, as the Draenei suddenly bellowed out a roar and rammed himself against the Orc. Caught utterly offguard, the Orc was quickly slammed against the ground, an armoured hand forcing its way into his mouth. His struggling stopped, just as quickly as it began, as the Draenei suddenly tore the entire lower half of the Orc's jaw from him. The woman's eyes lit up in disblief, the Orc overwhelmed by pain, as Taan began violently bashing his armoured fists against the Orc's already bloodied face. His arms flailed, weak and in panic to end the agony he was in, as it was finally done so. The Draenei's fist punched straight into the Orc's skull, slamming it against the ground, before he resumed pounding the now dead body.
He wasn't even sure for how long he had been beating the Orc into paste, before he finally stopped to look back to the woman. He tried his best to see how she was, but the blood rolling down his forehead and into his eyes did little more than hinder him. A struggle to stand, but stand he did, as he weakly strode himself closer to the scared woman. Finally, the race of the fight died down, and the man began to feel every ounce of strain from the skirmish. The last thing he had seen, before toppling over and passing out, was a pair of Draenei men, running down the road to them both.
Nearly two days had passed, before he would wake, the same woman standing over him. A sharp pain in his chest, as he tried to sit upright, before a large hand held him back."Rest, brother. You are still wounded, and should not be moving." His eyes turned to his right, forced to lay back down, as he set his sights on a smiling woman beside him. Her smile brightened further, as she nodded her head. "Thank you... For saving me." Another man suddenly laughed, raising a hand up. "That is right! You have saved our sister from a horrible fate, at those Orcs' hands. I can not thank you enough." With a heavy frown, the bed-ridden man shrugged his shoulders. "No thanks. She is alright, all is well." And, with that, the man began to drift off into sleep.
A thought, crossing his mind in his sleep, dug at him. Only a minor source of relief. 'Atleast I could save her...'
Red. It was all the man could see, at this point. He wasn't sure himself, if it was his extreme rage and hate that was clouding his eyes, or the blood splattering out from the wound he'd just forced against the Orc's shoulder. Regardless, having dealt the Orc another blow from his sword, Taan wasted little time stepping back again. His lungs burned to keep up with the strain of squaring off against three attackers at a time, but he hadn't a choice but to stand his ground. Behind him, clothes torn and face wet with fearful tears, was a smaller Draenei. A woman, scared out of her mind, was an intended victim of the three Orcs. Holding himself between the Orcs and the woman, the Draenei warrior had placed himself into harm's way to protect the woman, a Draenei he'd never even met. A thought crossed his mind, about the horrors these Orcs would force upon this poor woman, had he not crossed their paths when he did. He shook the thought off, an Orc roaring and charging forward, as he raised his sword to parry away the large axe swung his way. A jerk of his arm, and a shifted hoof against the ground, sent the Draenei's armoured elbow to smash against the Orc's jaw.
Pain. It was all the Orc felt, from the blow, as the bones of his cheek and jaw shattered from the impact of the Draenei's assault.
Wanting to waste no time with dispatching them all, Taan swung himself to the side, and violently tore the edge of his sword against the disabled Orc's throat. Blood sprayed out across his armour and the ground below, as the first of his targets fell to the dirt and gasped for air. He shifted himself back once more, using his body to shield the crying woman from the Orcs, as his sword was lifted to be ready for the next of them. He was left with no respite, another Orc rushing into the melee, as a pair of spiked hammers were swung for his head. The warrior dropped to a crouch, hammers smashing together just above his head, as he thrust himself upwards suddenly and rammed the plated crest of his head against the Orc's chin. The Orc suddenly shot his leg forward, smashing his armoured knee against the Draenei's stomach, before bringing his hammer against his shoulder. Taan gritted his teeth, refusing to allow himself to be moved and expose the woman, and merely held his ground.
Untill he had spotted an opening.
The Orc never even realized what had happened, the blade running through his chest, before it was quickly, and violently jerked up against his ribs and tore the Orc in half. The woman screamed, as the blood sprayed out against the remaining three of the group, and soaked the Draenei's armour a dark red. One left to deal with, he turned himself around and faced his final target down with a hateful glare. He was never prepared for the next attack, the Orc slamming his entire body against his, as he was knocked over and against the ground. Pinning him down, the Orc lifted a jagged blade from his belt, and swung it for Taan's throat. Fearing more for the poor woman's suffering, should he falter and be slain in this fight, he quickly released his sword from hand and grabbed the Orc by his own. The two struggled for control over the weapon, both deadset on killing the other, before the Orc was suddenly kicked in the chest and thrown back. Taan wasted no time getting to his hooves, knowing full well how quick this could change, if he doesn't.
The Orc was ready for him, having taken the blade with him when he was kicked, and rushed in at the Draenei. His armour failed him this time, and the blade slipped under a plate and into his chest, landing just shy of his lung. Pain shot through his body, blood rushing down his chest and along his armour, as he struggled to push through the attack. The woman went silent, stunned in shock and awe, as the Draenei suddenly bellowed out a roar and rammed himself against the Orc. Caught utterly offguard, the Orc was quickly slammed against the ground, an armoured hand forcing its way into his mouth. His struggling stopped, just as quickly as it began, as the Draenei suddenly tore the entire lower half of the Orc's jaw from him. The woman's eyes lit up in disblief, the Orc overwhelmed by pain, as Taan began violently bashing his armoured fists against the Orc's already bloodied face. His arms flailed, weak and in panic to end the agony he was in, as it was finally done so. The Draenei's fist punched straight into the Orc's skull, slamming it against the ground, before he resumed pounding the now dead body.
He wasn't even sure for how long he had been beating the Orc into paste, before he finally stopped to look back to the woman. He tried his best to see how she was, but the blood rolling down his forehead and into his eyes did little more than hinder him. A struggle to stand, but stand he did, as he weakly strode himself closer to the scared woman. Finally, the race of the fight died down, and the man began to feel every ounce of strain from the skirmish. The last thing he had seen, before toppling over and passing out, was a pair of Draenei men, running down the road to them both.
Nearly two days had passed, before he would wake, the same woman standing over him. A sharp pain in his chest, as he tried to sit upright, before a large hand held him back."Rest, brother. You are still wounded, and should not be moving." His eyes turned to his right, forced to lay back down, as he set his sights on a smiling woman beside him. Her smile brightened further, as she nodded her head. "Thank you... For saving me." Another man suddenly laughed, raising a hand up. "That is right! You have saved our sister from a horrible fate, at those Orcs' hands. I can not thank you enough." With a heavy frown, the bed-ridden man shrugged his shoulders. "No thanks. She is alright, all is well." And, with that, the man began to drift off into sleep.
A thought, crossing his mind in his sleep, dug at him. Only a minor source of relief. 'Atleast I could save her...'