Relentless Orcs

Blue orcs. Rusty daggers and swords. Barely held back the old man guard.

Blades clashing. Sweat on the brow.

“Damn it!” The old man said. He had taken out two orcs, but eight others including the relentless leader remained.

“I hope you made it, Kid…” the old man said, before he was kicked off a platform falling back. Broke through a roof and into rubble.

An orc prepared to follow—

“Leave him… He is finished… We need to get to the King…” the Orc Leader said.