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Xutag watched as Igmut failed to free himself. The axe simply melted further into the Orc’s shoulder, the bone coating hissing. The injured Orc snarled, whipping out a hidden dagger and swinging at his enemy, only for it to break against the armor that covered Xutag’s skin. Curses flew from Igmut’s mouth, spit flying has he snarled and raved. He vowed vengeance on the Steelborn bloodline, cursing any children he may have in the future, but it only made him press his blade in deeper.
“Listen well scourge, I refuse your curse, my line will continue even if I have to find every holly man, woman and beast in this world. I will not let someone who cares so little about life declare its outcome. I refuse to let you put my beloved through such pain. You will die here, alone and forgotten.
