The battle continues

While Helena and Grod stared each other down, they forgot that their fight had one more combatant. And she wasn’t about to sit still. Van had snuck up behind Grod, and raised her sword to deliver a heavy downwards slash. He managed to catch sight of her shadow in the corner of his vision, and turned at the last moment to deflect the attack with a swing of his axe.

Van felt the heavy blow to her weapon in her bones, and could immediately feel the difference in strength between herself and the orc. But she couldn’t afford to give up. “Helena, get your sword! I’ll hold him.”

“You’ll join her as my breeding bitch soon enough,” Grod replied coldly, swinging his axe once again. Van was barely able to block the heavy strike.

In that time, Helena ran to Grot’s body and tried to pull her sword out. By pressing her foot down on the corpse, she was able to gain some leverage. But she kept pulling and it refused to come out. Even in ****, Grot continued to aid his brother in battle.

At the same time, Van was barely fending off Grod’s axe swings. She could tell that her sword could break at any time, that or the bones in her arms. But she refused to yield. She’d insisted on fighting beside Helena, and she wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Grod could see the shaking in her arms, and raised his axe up high. “This will break you,” he said, bringing the axe down on her.

Or, trying to.

He felt something resisting, and felt something pressing against his back. He glanced up and saw that Helena had abandoned her sword and had rushed over, now holding the axe with both hands and pressing her feet against Grod’s back as leverage. He couldn’t deliver his attack like this!

“Van, now!” Helena ordered.

“Hell yeah!” the older woman responded, shoving her sword through the orc’s guts with one lunge.

Grod gasped, and tried to do something, anything, but felt his body growing weaker as he quickly bled out.

And just like that, he joined his brother in ****.

As his body collapsed, Helena leapt from him.

Van walked up to Helena, and offered her a high five, which the mercenary happily accepted. “Victory!”