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Johns size gave him quite the reach and with his long axe the enemy struggled to get close enough. He had just removed a head from a goblin and his next swing bit into a shoulder of another and nearly cleaved it in two. The axe was hung-up and his attempt to pull it free only dragged the body with it. Stepping down on the corpse and with a two handed jerk the weapon came free along with chunks of meat and shards of bone.
Dripping axe in hand he stood there daring another to get close enough. They wanted nothing to do with the human who was baring his teeth covered in the dark blood of their race, and snarling like a dire wolf. This was where John belonged.
A deep growl came from the woods behind the score of goblins. The goblins became uneasy and backed off, maybe clearing the way for whatever made the noise. Something heavy was crunching through the woods, "I will wear your skin." Came a harsh, deep voice. The forest went wild with shrieks and howls.
What stepped into the glow was a monster of an orc, taller than John with amber colored eyes and lengthy course hair in braids. It wore thick hides and mismatched plates of steel for armor and wielded a large sword like a toy in the right hand and a black shield on its left arm. The armor and the chain of ears around its neck were both made of trophies of its kills.
With his adrenaline-powered legs pumping and his axe raised he charged the brute. This is when John felt alive. But the ring of ears around the orc's neck was proof of his experience and he already knew what the human would do. John's poised axe was up over his right shoulder ready to place all his strength into the swing. The orc was ready for him. With its stout shield ready to turn Johns axe aside and sword ready to remove his vulnerable head the orc took a few powerful bounds forward to meet the humans charge. John swung as predicted and the confident orc raised its shield and had then brought its neck seeking blade around. For a split second of confusion the orc wondered why the axe never connected with it shield and its blade only whistled through the air. John had stepped left and went low, under the orcs weapon and his own weapon connected at the orcs knee, severing it. The monster went down growling. John's axe struck the back of its skull with a wet thwack, like striking a water logged stump. And the forest went silent.