[color=lightblue]"Looks like the two of us are the only ones doing the real work here, pal."[/color]

Johnny called over to the paladin at the main entrance, who was busying himself with the bigger main group that was out there. Instead he got saddled with another bunch of the faceless queers, this time armed with axes instead of swords. A trio at the back were armed with bows, and as he watched they took aim.

[color=lightblue]"Pfeh."[/color]

He raised his right leg and brought it close to his chest, gathering a big ol ball of compressed air on the sole of his foot. Then he kicked outward and detonated the ball, creating a shockwave of rapidly expanding air that blew the orcs all over from the force. With leg back down, he waited as the lead two orcs scrambled back to their feet and charged him, axes a swinging.

The first orc swung his axe vertically downward, an easy strike to dodge as Johnny proved. He swiveled on his right foot, moving himself back slightly as the axe blade whizzed past him and buried itself into the stone floor. He then used the opportunity to bury his foot three times into the orc's body; one snap kick to the gut, another to the chest and one more to the face in quick succession. The last kick had the force of detonated air behind it and it snapped the orc's neck clean in twain as the second came up behind him.

The next orc swung its axe horizontally, trying to chop him in half. With nary a moment to react, Johnny dropped to the floor, landing on his back as the blade cut through the air above him. Using the momentum of the fall, he cocked his legs in the air and flipped himself back upright, even as the orc reared back for another attack. A vertical chop came next, but he avoided that by hopping backwards a step to let the blade cleave into the stone ground again. Bracing his right leg, he took a step forward with his left, switched feet quickly as he wound up his right, then kicked out to the side, his heel impacting the orc's gut and sending him flying from the detonation of another bubble of compressed air.

Johnny drew his fingers across the brim of his fedora. A few orcs remained, and no doubt those archers were still struggling to get up from his concussive blast a few seconds earlier.

He'd have to deal with those pesky archers next then.