Snippet #2452179

Theodus was taken aback, and steadied his footing as if he was hit by a shock wave. He has encountered ranting lunatics before that prophesized the end times in his travels but has never believed them and would certainly not believe this either. But something inside of Theodus told him that this was true, something deep down, and as much as he wouldn’t believe it he felt as if it was true.

Returning glances with the petite woman he said in a serious, voice that came straight from the heart.
“I believe you, but what shall we do maiden?” Theodus said as he exhaled his worried breath; still staring at the lady.
“Shall I armor up?” He said stroking his thin beard, as he said that he regretted it. He came to Espor to rest he thought, after three years of battle. He stared still; having flash backs of war, which soon enveloped him.

Theodus woke up the frost nipping at his toes, which might have fallen off already he didn’t care. He jumped up hearing screams. Un-prepared, his armor would take too long to put on, so he grabbed his sword and shield and ran out of the tent taking in the full scene as his freezing feet pattered on the damp grass. Everywhere orcs killing people left and right. He hurried out to help his comrades, and found a man in necessitate. Pinned by two of the unholy monsters, unsure how he was going to kill both of the heathens his instincts set in.

Running full velocity at them he got in-between the muscle heads beating his companion to a pulp. Bashing the left ones head in with the shield and winding up to swing at the second but was not quick enough. The orc grabbed Theodus by the chest and with one arm threw him at the ground. In sweltering pain from the monstrous blow his chest felt crushed. Bellowing at the top of his lungs, sword and shield nowhere to be found he slugged the orc in the face which was to no reward.

“Ahahaha! Stupid human think that he can hurt me.” His accomplice had recuperated from the shield blow and was now holding Theodus from behind. Kicking and screaming using every last amount of force he had writhed and squirmed breaking free of the grip but not in time as the opposing orc whaled his fist into his stomach. Falling to the ground the orc kicked him, his metal boot causing excessive harm. Theodus got up and look at them, then around. Soldiers left and right dead, orcs outnumbered them grievously. He saw another orc join the three beating him.

Theodus felt as if he was done. The orc that joined the other two dropped his weapons and slugged Theodus in the face, the first orc picked Theodus up and stared at him, those eyes he still remembered to this day in one word; malicious. Theodus spat in his face and started to gouge out his eyes with every morsel of energy left in his arms. The third orc threw him off. Screaming the orc yelled

“GRAAAAAAH! HE KNOCKED ONE OF ME EYES OUT!” The orc rammed into him, causing remarkable pain. On the ground, blood running down his head, and blood on his thumbs (not his own) looked up and saw the three orcs encircling him with grins on their faces.

Snapping back to reality he zoned out breathing heavily.