Re: Chapter 1: Fort Barthone
Hacking, and slashing through the masses of orcs that tried to reclaim the battering ram, what might have saved his life on several occasions was Rohn's supporting fire at any orc that tried to flank him. A large orc, gripping it's axe, came quickly hurdling at him, lifting it above his head, intent on sticking the heavy weapon into his skull. Moving a bit quicker than the orc suspected a human would with such a large weapon, Deagan drove his blade right through the beast's stomach as it ran right into his sword, all the way to the hilt. The Orc grabbed Deagan's hand holding the blade, and snarled at him maliciously, before Deagan planted his foot on the beast, and pushed back as hard as he could, knocking the Orc off of his blade.
A couple more came charging in, trying to overpower him by attacking at the same time. And with a powerful swipe, both of their heads were severed from their shoulders. And from all the commotion, loud footsteps were heard. The horde that kept hounding him suddenly stopped, as a very particular orc came stepping forward. His heavy armor clanked with each step he took, and before another orc tried to attack Deagan, the big, monster sized orc made a heavy swipe at his fellow comrade, sending it flying out of his way as he roared at Deagan ferociously.
"... Must be some kind of Orc big-shot..." Deagan said in a whisper to himself.
The orc reached back for it's weapons, pulling out two Great Axes, both as large as Deagan's sole claymore. Deagan took a single step back from the massive threat, but knew he had nowhere to run with the gate at his back, and quickly decided to hold his ground.
With another roar, the orc charged, lifting it's right axe into the air, only just missing Deagan as it slammed down, intent on chopping him in half before Deagan quickly took a side step out of the way, already swinging his blade full circle around, cutting into the orc's flesh.
The beast let out a ferocious roar, and as Deagan found his blade stuck, the beast brought it's leg up, and slammed it against him, sending him flying back, smacking against the wall, while he lost his only weapon, as it was still stuck in the Orc's back, which the beast quickly removed, by pulling it out, and throwing it aside, near the gate, and far enough away for it to be beyond Deagan's availability.
After landing against the ground, the blow from being kicked, and smacking against the wall knocking the breath out of him, Deagan coughed as he slowly tried to rise to his feet, before the beast quickly took advantage of him, when it's fat hand gripped his throat, and lifted him off of his feet. Deagan found himself being slowly choked to death, his vision becoming blurred, and his head hurting from the pressure. Before, as a last minute thought, he kicked his leg up, and the pointy tip of his greave stuck in the orc's arm.
Another, loud roar sounding from the beast, it dropped Deagan on impulse, letting him down to his feet, before he made a desperate scramble for his blade, quickly grabbing it, and pulling it out of the ground, and turning on the beast. And, not even reaching for it's other axe which it discarded in favor of trying to kill Deagan in a rather brutal way, it tried to cleave Deagan again, except by swiping it's axe this time around, leaving Deagan unable to dodge it a second time.
And dodge he did not, in favor of using his Claymore to actually block the beast's axe, while the blade of his claymore held true, before he spun around with his blade one more time, and sliced the throat of the beast, causing it's blood to gush out everywhere, and causing it to stumble a great deal, before it lost enough blood, and fell over, supposedly dead.
The spectating orcs seemed a great deal surprised that Deagan actually managed to win that fight, and before they themselves could try to finish the worn human off, the horn sounded, calling for their retreat. And while this made Deagan feel relieved, the orcs weren't intent on just leaving him alive, especially now that he was so vulnerable.
"Volley!" he heard from above, the sounds of a man ordering his archers to fire. And fire they did, appearing from the stones above, and letting loose a hail of arrows, killing many of the orcs, and causing the rest alive to retreat with the others.
And right about the time that Rohn would be searching for him, Deagan felt a pain in his body, right around where he was kicked, before he fell to a knee, and found himself coughing, and choking up blood. "That's... Not a good sign..." he groaned aloud in pain as his blade fell to his side, unable to be held with his current lack of strength. His breathing became more heavy, and his vision blurred as the adrenaline faded, along with his spell. He rolled over on his back, trying to stay conscious, and as he looked up, laying in the left over oil, he saw Rohn's head appear from over the gates, calling out his name. He tried to say something back, but found a great pain in his attempt. He lifted up his hand, and made a small, weak wave at her, before his arm landed with a thud against the ground.
"Shit..." he cursed in a whisper, groaning in pain, "... This hurts... This really, really hurts..."
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