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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]
The feint didn't work, and Barrock's work against Grimjaw was not as effective as he had hoped. Now he would pay for both of that. Now they inched closer to a different kind of monster. 

When his hands and legs were bent and widened, a familiar feeling returned with a vengeance. The feeling of helplessness, when a thousand chains held him on his knees until his bones grew weary, and along with it: [color=ed1c24]Anger[/color]. And as he looked Kelvara in the eyes, that arrogant look of hers, it only reinforced that innate desire every orc had inside.

He wanted them to feel pain. It didn't matter the wounds.

The veins popped in all four limbs and on his head. The other orc would begin to feel a loss of control, as Barrock began to overpower him. Try as he may, Dugmahord orcs were the physically strongest of all orcs, and he only needed one limb to break free. His left arm did, and he soon had enough just enough control to divert death onto his armor. Kelvara's blade only managed to cut a bit of his neck. Just a flesh wound for any orc. 

Barrock swung with his freed arm to get Kelvara away from him, then turned his attention to Grimjaw. That orc had lived too long, he will now die. Screaming.

Grimjaw's table was turned, as his arm was held tightly, then twisted to an impossible angle. Barrock would let the orc go, let him stumble ahead of him, before grabbing his head from above. Relinquished the moment Barrock plunged his sword into Grimjaw's back, as he moved it back and forth, letting the blade ravage his insides. And then, as if his merciful side resurfaced in the waves of utmost brutality, Barrock retracted his sword and, in one single swing, decapitated the orc alive. Without a command center, Grimjaw's body fell like a sack of rice. 

Barrock could only saw blood in front of him, figuratively and literally. 

[color=ed1c24][b]"Come here!"[/b][/color] He roared, as all his anger pointed at the dark elf.