The orc doesn't slow its charge as it approaches. Maybe it thinks it's invincible at full speed or doesn't register in its tiny brain the bright and shining blade in my hands is a risk to its safety. I'm sure it's accustomed to dealing with unarmed prisoners or even the smaller and less agile hobgoblins who we've already dispatched. Regardless the orc's train of thought, when it reaches me, it's huffing breath sounding like the bellows of a forge being pumped too hard, I'm fully prepared for the attack.
Sadly simple, killing my opponent, though there's a moment when my sword slices through its neck the tip catches on the immensely dense bones of its vertebra and its forward motion drives it toward me. Blood spurts in a hot arc, splashing over my cheek and shoulder and slicking down the fr
