An Orog hunt

[littlelotte]

She swung her axe striking the nearest orog to her, smiling as the blood of her foes sprayed her across the face, the warm liquid oozing down onto her armor to dry slightly. A loud grunt was heard to her right, she flicked her eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of him. His strong form moved with ease as he swung his sword to cut down another one of the orogs. They were so much alike, their manuevers, there mannerisms, all similar.

She cleaved her axe into another of their enemies, taking him down in one fell swoop. A roar of happiness emanated from her throat, and caught the eye of her companion. He flashed her a wide grin as his sword struck down the last of the evil.

She sent him a wink accompanied by a smirk, and swung her axe onto her back easily. As they walked away from the carnage she smiled to herself.

[Panros]

He stared his enemies down then turned his body so that his left shoulder was facing the orog closest to him. With a grunt he charged forward a few steps and swung his greatsword horizontally from right to left.

The orog, no stranger to combat, easily deflected the blow propelling the large blade further down and to the left of the barbarian, leaving the giant man open for attack.

Torgeir saw the orogs rush him, in fact he expected it. He was already spinning in a tight circle with the attack, the parry the orog landed giving Torgeir enough momentum to swing his sword faster. Torgeir completed the circuit and slammed the blade into the bewildered orog's waist knocking it to the side more than a few feet.

With a cry to Tempus the large man easily brought the heavy sword over his head and brought it down upon another orog. The orog was ready for the block, leveling his sword to stop Torgeir's overhead chop. Hard was Torgeir's strike sending vibrations down the orog's arms and into his spine, causing him to nearly fall to his knees.

Nearby a second orog landed a blow striking Torgeir's black silver armor on his back when the large man stepped back from the recoil of his last attack. More than willing to trade a blow for a kill Torgeir brought his sword once more upon the first orog.

The orog meant to block again but his arms froze in protest. The impact of the large barbarian's first attack rendered his arms too weak for him to lift his sword. He stood in horror, somewhat accepting his fate, as he stared into Torgeir's intense and furious hazel eyes. Then he heard a crack and a pain greater than he had ever experienced struck him on the top of his skull. He let out his last breath then he knew no more.

Torgeir turned his head and looked to yet another orog. With a grunt he yanked free Foecleaver, his greatsword not as impressive as it should truly be, from the dead orog's skull. He began to charge the beast when a form he recognized crossed his path and met his foe first.

The Orog did not stand a chance. The raven haired warrior that was Luna was already using the moment of battle from her previous kill to send what seemed to be an impossibly quick attack to the lone orog. Her axe chopped into the creatures arm causing it to stop its swing. Luna crossed her legs, then with a roar she spun in a tight circle, bringing her axe along with her, and hit the orog with such force that the beast lost not only its other arm, but its life as the sharp edge of the axe splintered into its ribs.

Torgeir, impressed, could only grin for he swore he saw Luna smile then wink to him as she spun letting fly her lethal attack.

[littlelotte]

With her axe hanging from her back she uses the back of her gloved hand to wipe away the blood from her face, smearing it. Her white teeth flashed breifly in a smile as she surveyed the destruction.

"Serves them right for attacking this caravan." She spits on the carcass of the orog spilled in front of her.

Her onyx colored hair was hanging in her face and was also coated in blood, so when she ran her hand through it, it slicked back quite easily. Her eyebrow arches as she realizes that there are thicker bits of orog in her hair.

"It seems I may need a bit of a wash..." She sighs in elation.