"Abel!"
The woman who had been protected by the middle-aged man earlier, seeing her husband suffer such a severe wound, instinctively let out a heart-wrenching scream and cry.
But those strong legs that had long tread the paths between fields and wheat barely took a step before the hand that had incapacitated her husband with a single blow had already locked onto her neck from behind.
An almost suffocating stench gushed upon her face from the expanding nostrils.
The hideous head with protruding fangs silently leaned in; its murky eyes now filled with a desire for food and reproduction fixed upon this not entirely satisfactory prey, intent on making her a "starter" before massacring the entire village.
"Get out, stop being an eyesore here."
Before any further action could be taken, a mud-splattered boot viciously struck the half orc's lower back.
The powerful force contained within made his legs, rooted like pillars of flesh on the floor, stumble slightly.
