Corc coughed for a moment as Foeldar's cyan cloud entered his throat, but lowered his body low enough for his chest area to take the brunt of the kick, sliding back slightly. It did not hurt him much. [color=007236]"Tree man tough, but not Corc tough! C..Corc..."[/color] He mumbled, as the hallucinations began to take hold. He suddenly relived some of his past memories. But all of it seemed incredibly real. He saw several kids appear out of nothing near him, and begin to throw rocks at him. "Boo! Dumb Orc! You stink!" One of the kids cried. They continued pelting the Orc with rocks, until their mother showed up and hastily grabbed the children by their arms. "No, don't get close to him! They're dangerous monsters!" She hissed, and pulled them off.

Corc staggered further back in a panic. [color=007236]"C...COOOORRCCC!! STOP!!"[/color] He shrieked. This was one of the memories that he hated most. What was going on? He'd already seen this happen. It went the exact same like back then. The orc, slowly but surely, began to realise what was going on. Corc had been in many battles, and illusionary techniques wasn't something new to him. If he were just an ordinary, simple-minded Orc, he would have certainly gone on a rampage. Corc began to calm down, but it didn't improve his situation much. He still constantly saw heavy illusions, from people that he'd fought up to duking it out with ferocious animals that terrorised towns long ago.

Corc glared around to see where Foeldar was, but he failed to see him. His position was completely obscured by the illusions. The orc pulled his mace from his back out of sheer instinct. He calmly waited for the illusions to wear off. After all, attacking blindly would not help him. He'd often been targetted with poison gas attacks during his many missions, as it was an easy way to take down a giant, slow orc from a distance. As such, he'd gained a strong immunity system against poison, which made him incredibly good at resisting it. He focused on the ground now, listening for any sudden movements like Foeldar's feet thumping or his growling to discern his foes' location. He would be ready to strike if Foeldar came close. [i][color=007236]'Corc not think he would have such good fighting now...'[/color][/i] He thought. Despite having a strong immunity against poison, the hallucinations were a different story.