Death and Resurrection

The moment Lyle stepped into the chamber, the orcs inside charged him all at once.

Lyle closed the distance, too.

He parried the first strike with his sword, then slid the blade aside and cut off the orc's arm. With a backswing, he slashed its throat.

Before the blood could even spray, the next one came.

He shifted his body to take the blow on his shoulder and drove his blade beneath its ribs.

One orc that had circled behind him seized his arm.

Its thick fingers tightened like chains, and his shoulder joint creaked.

"Damn...!"

Another fist came at him from the front.

Lyle kicked off the floor...