Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190516150300

"Don't flatter her, Boruus was a fool." Bakel barked. "When I ordered them to keep the gates closed for you, Boruus volunteered to fight you himself. Even if you are only half Orc, you are still an Oshcrun. He stood no chance."

After a pause to drink his ale, he added. "Not the first time he understimated his opponent. Not long after I gutted his father, he challenged me. Me!"

He laughed, then continued. "The fool hardly had any hair on his chest then. He was lucky that my cleaver only took half his face. He learned his place after that."

Bakel looked over at Mornz, who bowed her head and looked away.

Instead of attacking Kal, the injured Orc scout attempted to flee back into the dark tunnel. Due to the bloodloss and the partial blindness, he was a disoriented and slower than usual.

The Companions were overpowering the remaining Orcs now and cutting them down one after the other.

Within a few moments, only the fleeing Orc scout remained.

There were 4 Orc guards remaining and 3 miners.

Reyl hit one of the miners that was attempting to flee from Hans, the magic bolt killed the Orc instantly.

Randagulf, Jofrodr and the other Companions pushed back the 4 guards, already having broken their shieldwall. The Companions flanked one of the guards and killed him with multiple stabs.

The Harbinger brought his axe down on one guard's head, caving in his helmet and skull in one blow.

Jofrodr parried an attack from one of the last two Orcs, then stabbed the Orc through the padding on his right thigh. Another Companion finished him off with a hit to the head with a mace.

Hans was almost a beast, cutting up the near defenseless miners with no remorse. His axe ripping through flesh and breaking bones. The two that didn't escape him died easily to the man's axe. Without catching his breath, he immediatly ran into the fray to fight the last Orc guard.

The guard had retreated to the mouth of a tunnel, trying to bottleneck the Companions. Hans pushed his way through the Companions, at great speed to charge the Orc.

The Orc attacked first, catching the stranger in the face with his mace. The swing knocked the man's helmet off and left his right cheek bruised and bloodied.

Hans was knocked aside, but quickly recovered and dove at the Orc, tackling him to the ground. He then brought his axe down repeatedly on the Orc's helmet until the Orc was no more.

The Harbinger watched the whole thing with a worried look. He fights like a feral beast.

Immediately after killing the Orc, Hans grabbed his necklace and began to pray in that strange language once more. "[Shor], wîsian mîn handoncwealdan êower fîend mp. Wægn sêoðan seethe of sê fûl [Alduin]. Forl¯ætan sîn swât forðfaran by mîn hand,ðanonforð êower gâstgedâl mîn wunian [avenged]."

(It's Anglo-Saxon, to illustrate that it is a language far older than English - Atmoran)

There was little room to lift a greatsword in the tunnel, the Dremora could barely lift it a few centimeters above his head. So his swing lost a lot of its strength.

The shieldwall held against the Daedra.

Tiskr's kick, however, managed to push one of the Orcs back and create a gap in the shieldwall. Enough for someone to force their way into the room.