As the Militia made plans for survival after the duel the Orcs chanted and cheered edging on their Chief to fight harder. And soon enough the few moments of silence in the make shift arena ended as Cathurg had gotten back to his feet ready to fight.

Again Cathurg was on the offensive furiously swinging at Silas pushing the warrior back. Silas had tried to block the attacks but that attempt had left Silas down a sword as the force behind the blow shattered his weapon. Feverishly parring and moving back with his remaining sword Silas had made a mistake, he hopped back and hit the wall of the arena, and not the wall he would have liked either, giving a bit of a cry of pain as Silas felt a small dagger bury itself into his back. Worse off Cathurg was not stopping his advance, Silas dove forward to avoid Cathurg's axe and in a bit of poetic justice it found itself embedded into the orc that had stabbed Silas. Holding his back with his free hand Silas stood watching as Cathurg kicked the now dead orc to retrieve his blade. The Orc turned to Silas before approaching again this time slower more determined, the bad thing Silas was tired the combination of the fight before and this had brought him close to his limit if he couldn't end this fight soon it would be his loss as even with his flurry of attacks Cathurg still seemed to be going strong. 

Another assault of blows came from Cathurg and Silas did what he could to defend himself, but the cards were not in his favor as again Cathurg was able to catch Silas' sword just right to disarm him following that up with a bash from his shield sending Silas toppling down. Silas was now on his knees and disarmed, things were looking bad for him and Cathurg smiled. "[color=f7941d]So all you could do was run until the end.[/color]" The Orc said with a grin, "[color=f7941d]I will admit you had a few nice moves there but this little game is over.[/color]" Cathurg continued tossing his shield to the side while raising his axe with both hands. Silas grinned, "[color=39b54a]Checkmate[/color]" he said as he burst forward hunting knife in hand. Again augmented by Sonya's magic Silas moved at almost inhuman speeds burring his hunting knife right into Cathurg's heart. The orc almost instantly dropped his axe reaching to grab Silas by the neck, but by the time its hands would reach him Silas was gone as with one swift twisting movement he drew the Orc's sword from its side and used it to behead the Orc.

Cathurg fell and the chanting Orcs fell silent as Cathrug’s head fell, but the air was still tense. Silas couldn’t tell if the Orcs were going to retreat or charge, the latter of which would mean the death of the Militia. So once again he made a stand, “[color=39b54a]I have killed your leader! Will any of you step forward to face me?![/color]” He yelled throwing his arms up challenging the orcs. Luckily none of the Orcs stepped forward and Silas knew he only needed one more bit of theatrics before they would break. Picking up Cathrug’s head Silas tossed it to one of the nearest Orcs. “[color=39b54a]Go deliver this to your little fort. Tell your Big Boss he will be next and will fall to the Empire![/color]” Silas gloated knowing if one orc ran the rest would follow. And again to his luck the Orc he had thrown the head to was exactly what he needed, after a bit of fumbling the head around the orc took it and started to run away back to the Fortress. With the one orc panicking and running many more followed suit and soon enough the rest joined them in there retreat. With a sigh Silas knew the battle was now over, and so did the Militia as they gave a cheer of victory. Silas turned to the Militia. “[color=39b54a]Victory is ours! Victory is yours! Today you proved just how strong mankind can be! Be proud of yourselves that you survived today and tonight we shall feast to morn our dead and celebrate our victory![/color]” Silas yelled over the cheering they had fought hard and earned this victory, and many would like to forget the day. With the battle over Silas started to make his way to collect his remaining weapons his hand falling to hold his wounded side.