《I, the last black dragon, 6 year old. (TOME 1 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)》1 vs 1
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To the sound of the horn a muscle brute rushed towards me roaring.
He came to the tree stump and pulled out a huge wood, like a club!
His tusks boar pointed at me and he rushed to blow me up.
The other orcs struck their shields with their swords and this in rhythm and deafening.
GRRRRRRRRR!
The big green one jumped, the club brandished and it crashed into the place where I was.
Then he tried to grab me but he missed, I managed to dodge. Then he came to the gun rack and threw the branch at me.
He then took a sword and I warned
His helmet had deer horns on it.
I then hit with the wood horizontally and stood 2 meters from him. and I aimed at the back of the knee, in the fold and with incredible speed, I hit and he bent one knee and stabbed the sword to get up. Grunts accompanied the blows.
I slapped him with my bare hands on his chest and scratched him on the back and then he got up with rage.
He tapped me with the sword and my skin resisted. It was like a grasshopper kicking me, but I had to fake it and screamed! Then he turned 360° on himself to give speed to the sword to behead me.
But I backed away at the moment of impact and the blade continued.
At that moment I jumped under him while spawning in the mud with my knees and I hit in the stomach and scratched with my fingers like claws his hip but I was received by a violent blow of ball which sent me 3 to 4 meters back.
The Orc leaders suddenly became interested in the fight and looked at me with interest!
He gave me another blow but I grabbed his blade by the guard and tore off his sword by his thumb which is the fragile place of the hand
He knelt down and sent me further. I looked like I was spitting blood and had a handshake of sand in my hand.
When he tried to hit him, I threw sand in his eyes and he screamed and I took the opportunity to cut off his arm.
On the other hand he grabbed me and wanted to bite me or slit my throat with his tusks but I put my fingers in his eyes and I shot him all of a sudden and tore his head off, all covered in blood.
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The orcs were silent.
Then the chief approached and said to me: you have redeemed your freedom. You can join our ranks, warrior.
Then I pointed to my mother Hissa's cage:
"I want to buy her back too! I challenge her keeper! She is not your enemy. She only devoted herself to raising the little ones! She may be a lizard woman, but she has a heart of gold. She's a warrior too! But also a high priestess! She cured even orcs without distinction of race."
Baldug: "Lizard men and humans are enemies! They've already eaten humans! Why do you want to free this creature?"
Me:" She's my foster mother! She's my mother! And I'll kill anyone who lays a hand on her!
Baldug: "Let it be so!"
A fat Orc, Grosnul's brother, wanted revenge for the death of his nephew.
He took his fist and hit mine as a greeting and then turned around me.
Then he came at me and leaned his hand against my collarbone and the other at the bottom of my shoulder blades. I jumped and tapped with all my strength on his right arm, passing the fold of my arm against his left ear and leaning my right hand on his right shoulder.
He tried to pin me to the ground by pivoting and using his body as a lever but I resisted and after 2 movements back and forth to make me fall, I glued a right hand that blew his cheek against his teeth and a sheaf of blood left his mouth!
Big: "I feel like I'm hitting a block of stone! Are you a human?"
He stuck a right to me that threw me to the ground but I got up again and he stuck another one that caused so much damage!
He hit me with a right uppercut but I reflexed my head down and the fist slipped against my ear but, with my left hand I hit his left brow bone and he turned his head back, both fists clenched, jaw up.
Then he put both his hands on his face to protect himself.
I jumped and tapped with my foot but he grabbed one of them and pulled me violently to the ground and I made a dish that took my breath away.
Obviously, he had technique. But I let my instincts take over.
I curl up in a ball and I throw sand at his head but he turns it at the last moment and at the same time he shoots me in with all his strength and makes me lose my posture and I will crash near the rack.
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I took a flail. A stick reinforced by an iron blade and finished by a chain that connects it to an iron ball bristling with iron points! There were no swords left and the orcs howled with laughter when they saw my choice. I should have taken a curved spear or sword according to them so I could have a chance.
Took the sword and shield from him.
Then he hit his shield with the sword in a gesture meaning Come Small!
We would go round in circles, face to face, around an imaginary tree or pole.
Then he charged and I jumped to the side, letting the ground ball rise to knee level, but his shield intercepted him and I had to narrowly avoid a sabre hit. And I drove drunk. The orcs laughed and applauded, others brandished their banner of the horde or their family clan.
A sword attack came to pull him out of my direction and the lateral movement made me jump and I pressed with my left foot to jump, leaning on the shield and twisting on myself, I tapped with the tip of the handle on the edge of the shield and the ball followed with immense speed and hit the arm that held the shield.
The ball sank into the muscle and the spikes met the bone which was pulverized on impact.
And, on the ground I faced and pulled the plague violently at me, which tore off the shield.
With his arm broken, he screamed in anger and shouted a war cry. But the time to make the ball met his skull and he was killed instantly, the shield not yet on the ground.
He was dead but his body didn't know it yet.
He began to make mills with his sword, then movements to hit invisible enemies and finally in an imaginary victory cry, he wavered and fell flat on his stomach, dead before he had bitten the dust.
I brandished my flail and shouted a cry of victory. Then I knelt down and closed the orc warrior's eyelids and prayed for both of them.
Grosnul wanted to jump on me but other orcs stopped him. "You're going to die, he's too strong a human, he's a hero in the making!
Then I went to claim my due and opened my mother's cage.
She jumped on my neck and kissed me.
If I hadn't been so young, I think I would have fallen in love with her because she is so beautiful, plus with her Aztec style jewellery and priestess decorations, she is superb.
It radiates strength and intelligence and also a lot of wisdom.
Even her war paintings or priestess paintings look good on her. She took her stick back and said, "I studied the magic formation of the portal. It's going to explode because it's going to force a passage to where you are. It can be modified by reversing it! You'll go back where you came from instead. Normally when Chronos passes through Kanda ar! We can all take it if we escape!
If you distract them, I can go modify the portal! I spotted a gallery under the building!"
"Mom, don't take any risks, I love you too much to lose you!"
Hissa: "Don't worry, I have more than one trick in my bag and you'll be proud of me when it's my turn to save you. It's up to the mother to protect her children, isn't it?"
She hugged me one last time, "I love you, Ivan."
"Me too, Mom!"
She smelled of incense and spices. His cooking was great too and it was really a delight, her meals! I could never bear her death!
A tear ran down each of our eyes!
Then I asked for my brothers and sisters from the orphanage but it would be a harder, terrible fight.
An elite warrior orc and a shaman combined.
So I took up the challenge.
Meanwhile, Hissa went to explore the underground under the gate at the risk of her life.
She used one of the Argentrix scales that she religiously held as a necklace since she worshipped body and soul the Great Silver. And, even if the great silver one was only a child, she supported her so that one day she would become a Great Gold one day, or at least if she lived long enough.
His amulet allowed her to be invisible to the orcs, or rather not to attract attention.
Courage Hissa!
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