Kaelen brought his black-flame-coated broadsword crashing down toward Gorg's head. Sparks flew and metal shrieked as Gorg caught the blow on the shaft of his heavy war-axe. The sheer weight of Kaelen’s strike cracked the earth beneath Gorg's boots. The Orc growled, his arm muscles bulging as he strained to hold off the Black Dragon Commander.
"Is this the best the Southern Citadel has to offer?!" Kaelen sneered. Without missing a beat, he drove a heavy front kick straight into Gorg’s chest. The impact sent the massive Orc airborne, plowing through a mature teak tree that snapped upon impact.
"Gorg!" Bork roared. He brought his double-headed axe around in a deadly side sweep aimed right at Kaelen’s neck. But Bork’s heavy swing was far too slow against high-tier dragon reflexes. Kaelen duc
