Chapter 3:

Fire Unleashed

Zadachi stepped back easily avoiding an orc spear that was aimed for his stomach. Pulling back from the dead weight of the orc on him he threw the orc off of his katana and lashed out at an orc behind him already leveling a spear. The first strike cut off the tip of the spear and rounding with momentum he went up on his right leg to land a kick in its face. The orc fell backwards still unable to figure out what had hit him.

Knowing that the battle was getting desperate, seeing only orcs and very few humans left, he was soon to call on the flame held within Hellfire. But he held it, he didn't need the Black Orcs to take notice of him yet.

He was fitghting desperately now. Orcs had surrounded him, and his display in the battle was nothing special before this. He had been caught up in yet another battle that would probably claim his life, and once again it was on the shoulders of General Strik.

He weaved to the right as an orc tried to slam its shield into Zadachi's face. Zadachi came up with the keen edge of Hellfire. Cutting deep into his upper thigh and running into his stomach. Zadachi quickly and smoothly ripped the blade free showering him with blood and the ground getting a taste of new gore. However that manuvre took him too long, because on the removal of his blade he was brutally slammed in the back with an orcan mace. The blow was too much for Zadachi and he staggered falling down to his hands. Another swing was coming around. As Zadachi rolled to the side and dodged the incoming mace he tripped up the orc as dirt showered him form the impact next to his left arm.

As the orc fell he threw up Hellfire and caught it in the chest and manuvred his weight to the side to keep the dead weight from falling onto him. Zadachi then rolled back onto his arms and threw himself back upon his feet. By this time more orcs had closed on him, and they had already found a few waek gaps in his half-plate. He felt the burn of previous wounds and the bite of a few more. He slowing felt energy in his body draining, and as the blood trickled down his arm and legs he felt his strength slowly slipping away.

It was getting despreate and Zadachi was feeling the battle around him getting more brutal, the creatures were swarming in and destroying like a flood. He felt the wound from a sword cut on his left arm sting like fire. The many stabs and slashes scattering his body screamed out in his mind telling him to make the torture stop. Zadachi began screaming himself as even more spears found their way into the gaps in his chestplate and abdomen. He was trying to fight wisely and trying to defend, but there were too many of them. With his scream of pain the blade of Hellfire gleamed in the sunlight and the elven script erupted in multicolored flame and rapidly engulfing the whole blade in a rainbow of superheated flame.

He lashed out at an orc and the blade caught in his collar bone and swept right through him and landed into the chest of another. The flames were licking the orcan skin and clothing, and soon as many orcs around Zadachi found themselves burning then they did dying. The bodies began to fall faster and the flame would pulse stronger with every kill.

The orcs began to put a gap between themselves and Zadachi, and then he saw them. The black orcs had seen his display and decided it was time to put their talent to the test. Zadachi was getting a little anxious and reset himself into a more defensive stance, ready to dodge any attack thrown at him. He would have to be careful now. The flame was calming itself, and was lightly flickering on the edge of the keen blade. The Black Orc stepped in and the orcs too afraid to meet their newly enraged opponent stayed out of reach, and some went off to ravage some other troops, but some stayed throwing in a few cheap stabs whenever Zadachi turned his back.

The massive orc stepped into the ring and hefted his great ax in the air preparing for a quick vertical executioner strike. It then leaned its whole body into the ax and swung with the strength of a hill giant straight at Zadachi. Zadachi was too fast however and jemped to the right. He did not try and attack the creature yet, he was trying to wear him down and read his tactics. The ax struck the ground with a strike as loud as thunder and as strong as a battering ram. The blade cracked straight through the parched dirt throwing up rocks and sand. The orc then realeased the haft of his monstrous ax, and hefted two battle axes from his belt. He set himself into a stance ready to strike or defend.

Zadachi found this surprising. This orc was setting himself up for defense and offense. He never knew orcs even had a sence of defense.