The options were laid bare before him — what made this orc different from the rest? How did he achieve the feat of uniting the other orc war chiefs of the same rank?
Damon dived left, evading a punch. Ahh, yes... he could see it now.
He jumped and double-kicked the orc, regaining some HP from the damage dealt. The towering orc stumbled back a few steps from the momentum. Damon pressed forward — an uppercut, then a swift roll into a backhanded swing of his fist, followed by a brutal headbutt. Grabbing the orc war chief's hair, Damon brought his knee smashing into Iron's nose.
The orc regained his senses and grabbed Damon. At that range, it would've been ideal to activate Ashborn and burn the orc, but this was a purely physical duel.
Instead, Damon slammed the back of his head into Iron's face again, causing the orc's blood to pour over his already-bleeding scalp. His long hair was soaked in a mix of sweat and blood.
They huffed and continued to clash.
Dred narrowed his eyes.
