Nox narrowed his eyes as he evaded yet another savage swing of Borok's staff. The air trembled under the force of each blow, and despite his earlier dominance, the tide was shifting. It seemed he had enraged the orc chieftain when he landed that attack, and now the latter was going all out.
The chieftain's strength was monstrous—far beyond what his already impressive physique suggested—and it seemed that the array was now doing its job!
'So, this is the true power of an orc chieftain under an enhancement array.' Nox's eyes flashed.
BOOM!
Borok's staff smashed into the ground inches from Nox's previous position, shattering the dirt beneath it and sending a shockwave outward. Nox twisted his body midair, avoiding the aftershock as he conjured a pair of blood-red lances in his hands. He didn't hesitate—his grip tightened, and he hurled them forward with pinpoint accuracy.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
