He was about to strike the orc when he caught his sword.
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And just as he was about to pull it back, the orc started crying. What in the hell? He had never seen an orc cry like this before, outside of a battlefield that is. What was he even crying about? This abnormal action performed by the orc made Numenor pause for a moment and he heard the first few sentences of the orc's speech. He saw the orc's blood snake its way from the point where he was holding the sword to the guard, leaving a dark trail until it pooled at the tip before dripping to the floor. This was completely surreal. He knew that people had gone mad with the fall of the gods but he had been too drunk to give a damn. But now, when a dragon was rampaging outside, screams of people filling the air, with this orc possibly being in league with the dragon...

His eyes went dark as he withdrew the sword from the Orc's grip in an upward slash, aiming to cut any fingers along the way. Then if he succeeded, taking advantage of moving the orcs arm out of the way, he would performing a thrusting strike below the orc's armpit where the armor didn't reach.

He cut the monster's speech in half, hopefully along with his hand.