Before these giant armoured men, the orcs found their sizes lacking! The hammers of the Templars crushed the bones of every part of the orcs' body they happened to hit.
Omar brutally shattered the shoulder of an orc causing it to roar. It tried swinging the other arm but Omar lifted up the tail end of the hammer, which had a sharp tip and plunged it through the orc.
He slammed the orc with his foot, pulling out the hammer in the same motion.
Pulling out his crossbow, he aimed at an orc riding a wolf towards him. He calculated his aim, waiting for the orc to get closer.
When it reached his mark…
Swoosh!
Puchi!
Three bolts lodged into the orc's chest. Omar swung the crossbow over his shoulder, and fired lightning at the wolf, charring its head.
The wolf crashed, skidding through the snow until it stopped before Omar's feet.
An orc lunged at him from the right, only to receive a hammer to the head, taking it away from its path, tossing and tumbling on the ground.
"Hmm…"
