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Corc spun around 180 degrees immediately when the loud thumping occured, and the North Gate was smashed down. He swiped his mace at it to shatter some pieces to prevent it from collapsing on him and the civilians in the immediate vicinity near him. Unfortunately, he could not protect all of the people as many were crushed or slaughtered by the approaching undead horde. The orc grit his teeth for a moment. This was going to take more effort than he anticipated, but he was up to the challenge. To his surprise, the woman he'd spoken too didn't retreat but joined him in combat. He appreciated the aid.[color=007236]"Corc not have this much exercise in weeks!"[/color] He blurted out in a pleased tone. [color=007236][i]'But still hungry...'[/i][/color] He thought.

The orc swatted his mace in wide horizontal swings at the approaching undead before him, glaring at the siege weapon before him. Despite his reckless way of fighting, he made sure not to strike any civilians or Fauve. He smashed many undead down without hesitation, while their arrows continued to bounce off of him. [color=007236]"CORC..."[/color] The Orc suddenly hopped into the air with a mighty jump towards his foes, and swung his mace downwards with great force behind it. [color=007236]"...SMASH!!!"[/color] The blow slammed powerfully into the ground, creating a small crater as the ground shook violently. Cracks began to form and rip through the ground towards the advancing siege weapon and his enemies while rocks popped out of the ground. The move was intended to destabilize the weapon in order for it's wheels to sink deep within crevices to slow it's approach or to stop it's advance for good, while making it harder for the legion of undead to proceed through the uneven, ruined terrain.

Many undead ended up with shattered bones or fell over from the sheer impact of the blow, but the mages responded immediately and hopped further back before Corc had even landed. They weren't as simple minded as the undead were, after all. Corc took this chance, and spun around in circles rapidly, swatting his mace around to smash through many of the undead before they could recover from the quake. [color=007236]"CORC WHIRLWIND!!!"[/color] The mages began to launch spells at the orc, however. The orc stopped his spin when he noticed, but a lightning bolt already zipped through the air towards his face. The orc let go of his mace with one of his hands and rose his hand at the very last moment to use his arm to shield his face. The electricity crashed violently into his arm, leaving a hefty burn mark behind. It may not have been enough to do severe damage, but it certainly hurt Corc more than anything else had so far. The orc hopped further back immediately to widen the distance between the incoming spells and himself, and put the mace he'd been wielding on his back. He began to dodge the bolts, occasionally using his spiked gauntlets to straight up punch through those that he was too slow to dodge. It was clear that he wasn't good at countering magic.