Ferji's sword landed heavily on the orc's shoulder, right next to the neck, and the force nearly cleaved the head. There was no howling, only a continued gagging and rattling. Several bursts of warm blood washed over the halfling, and his face, armor and arms were quickly dyed into a reddiss color. The orc's hands held over his own neck desperately, no longer bearing a weapon. He struggled to stand, but shook dizzely and collapsed on his knees, falling face down unconciously. A dark red pool quickly formed beneth him
The orc stopped cold as he witnessed his bigger friend's death. Immediately, he threw away his club and fled at full speed.
"Huh" came a confused question, as the orc that was dropped by his own leader earlier finally managed to get a footing.
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