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[b][color=265828]Time:[/color][/b] One Week After Human Arrival
[b][color=265828]Location:[/color][/b] Seaside Park
[b][color=265828]Interactions:[/color][/b] Aurora [@mole], Vasco [@JJ Doe]
[b][color=265828]Mentions:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=265828]Equipment:[/color][/b] Longsword and Plate Armor[hr]
By its nature, every orc are able to inject an extra set of abilities rivaling that of magic of the elves directly into their veins, one while weaker in power, were completely innate. No need for any mana headaches. But orcs often squandered it as the urge to resist something as weak as a fly was way too hard to resist for many. Barrock was one of those stupid orcs. But he soon grew to appreciate such stupidity, and got to not understand why the orcs thought that was such a bad thing. As he was about to be reminded why.

As Barrock heard the dark elf readied themselves to attack (as if he wouldn't be listening), his movement slowed. The moment he heard the rumbling footsteps, his hand tightened on the grip. Within a fraction of a second, the sword was off its sheath. His vision slowed, he could already see the orc attacking him with his mace from his left, and the dark elf from behind, long before they made contact. Since they attacked at the same time, he couldn't be spending too much time brutalizing them and terrorizing others. He switched mode to being quick this time.

With his sword on his right hand, he swung his whole body to get the strongest thrust against [b]Grimjaw[/b]. The long sword had longer reach, so slammed into the orc's armor, albeit without any notable damage. It only stopped the orc's attack for just a bit, which was enough for Barrock to turn his attention to [b]Kelvara[/b]. Her blade aiming for his head was the most dangerous, so he spent the most effort on her. The slowed vision allowed him to weave the movement of his left arm guard so as to deflect the blade upward, while his sword swung sideways at her torso area. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be going down yet, as she ducked to avoid it. 

However, he couldn't avoid the attack of the third, the warforged Steelchain. His metal fist slammed into his armor, sending a shockwave directly to his brain. It hurt quite a bit. His armor was even dented in a little. If this had been an elf, that could have been catastrophic. 

It seemed like three competent enemies was his limit. And so one had to go.

While the warforged reeled from the attack, Barrock's left hand grabbed its arm and held it in place. His other arm let go of his sword and shot straight at its elbow joint. The two opposing motions overcame the material holding it together, breaking its elbow and leaving it dangling. The warforged could barely register pain when Barrock grabbed its head and, with his massive thumbs, brutally gorged its eyes. Warforged may be less resistant to pain and damage, but without an arm and vision, it was as good as out of the battle. 

Now for the other two. Barrock reached for his sword again, continuing to be completely silent in combat.