Renato tilted his head to dodge the hurtling javelin, then bent down and drove his sword into the derro lying on the ground, making sure his foe would never rise again.
The fighting around Balin was fierce. The dwarf swung his warhammer, smashing a charging orc to the ground as the runes on the hammer erupted with blinding lightning.
The orc convulsed, and the smell of scorched flesh immediately filled the air.
Both men had been dragged into the chaotic melee. The orcs were blood-mad, attacking anyone in sight, while the derro were utterly insane, sometimes laughing and crying at once as they fought.
The towering orc chieftain roared and charged at Renato.
The fine steel greataxe forged by duergar looked as small as a handaxe in his grip. His body, over two meters tall, surged into a leap, and the axe blade whistled down through the air!
Renato slid sideways and swept the Silent Lady diagonally upward, yielding with the impact the instant sword met axe.
Sparks flew, but most of the force was deftly channeled to his side. Instead, the orc's all-out strike left him exposed.
Almost simultaneously, Renato slashed back.
The blade tore through the orc's abdomen, sliced into muscle, and shredded his entrails.
Agony slowed the orc's already sluggish movements another fraction.
The two-handed longsword moved like a striking viper in Renato's hands, piercing precisely through the neck vertebrae until its tip emerged from the back of the orc's neck.
No fighting skill, no armor. Nothing but brute strength.
The orc chieftain's eyes widened. He released his battle axe, and his massive body crashed to the ground.
No, not even enough strength. Renato turned and smashed an approaching derro down with his pommel.
He had seen people with truly formidable strength, whether it was the barbarian