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[b][color=265828]Time:[/color][/b] Evening
[b][color=265828]Location:[/color][/b] Forest clearing, campfire
[b][color=265828]Interactions:[/color][/b] Aurora/Rowan [@mole] Zora/Vasco [@JJ Doe] Veric [@Lava Alckon]
[b][color=265828]Mentions:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=265828]Equipment:[/color][/b] Longsword and Plate Armor[hr]
The split second decision Barrock made upon seeing even just a glimpse of the dark elf's presence was a life-saver, because he would not have been able to dodge the shockwave if it was already halfway through the movement, or the ball. Only his foresight and slowed visions were the safeguard against potentially fatal damage. 

[b][color=265828]"Assuming you're worthy enough to ruin our playtime."[/color][/b] Barrock taunted, once he recovered from the dodge. He stood up straight, his longsword still held firm in his hand, but still in its sheathe. He held it close to his hip, the towering orc began to lumber towards the dark elf. 

To the dark elf, it might seem like this was foolhardy buffoonery from a typical orc. Barrock was clearly slower, with a noticeable limp too, but he was going on the offensive, with his weapons sheathed no less. His clan's tattoo on his forehead could be an even bigger giveaway to the degree of intelligence he had. But could this be in any way a trick? This might be too easy.

[i][color=265828]'Come on, strike me.'[/color][/i] Barrock beckoned in thoughts.