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After Vanelee had slain the orc that had attacked him, he had counted 12 more of the vile creatures, four a piece for the warriors. Matt had easily taken care of 3 of his 4 and was moving on quickly to the 4th. However, the orcs were not smart enough to distribute themselves in a way necessary to order to battle the group of warriors equally, so 5 had gone after Dreggan and 3 after Vanelee.
'Orcs, it had to be orcs.' Vanelee thought to himself as he squared off against the trio of menacing orcs.
The first one charged in head on, violently swinging his club. Vanelee jumped to dodge the attack, and sent his enemy flying when he landed on it's back with a kick. Taking no time to aloow the others to attack, Vanelee drew his sword from under his cloak, which he was still wearing, and charged. He dodged the closests orc's counter assault and immediately followed up with a quick blow to his back, killing him instantly.
Wasting no time, the elven warrior charged the other, confused, orc with a jumping sword attack, bringing his sleak sword down upon the point where the orcs neck and shoulder met, again killing him instantly.
With a look back in the diretcion of where the first orc was sent flying, Vanelee saw the thing lying in a crumpled heap. It had run head long into a tree, breaking it's own neck.
'Damn I hate orcs...' Vanelee thought, as he sheathed his sword. He didn't sport his usual smile, but rather a grimace, and his eyes no longer twinkled their warm grey, but rather were as grey as thunderclouds. There was no twinkle present either, only a slight glisten of malice, perhaps hate even.
Vanelee looked up the path to see how the rest of the group was doing, while in the back of his head he wondered wherther he really had sensed Nina earlier, and if he was correct, where was she?
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