This Orc was a giant, likely two lias tall, with pure muscle cladded in shinning lamellar amour reached down to his knees, on the Orc’s head was a strange tall helmet with decorative metal piece that made it somewhat resemblance the head of a squid. Armed with a sickle-like longsword, the Orc swung at Elesil, but a loud “clank” resound as Samuel’s blade collided with his sword and knocked the Orc’s blade aside, diverted the Orc’s attention to Samuel.

“Filthy pale-face!” –the Orc hurled insult at Samuel with a great viciousness on his face.

The Orc charged in again, and immediately Samuel realized he might had bit off more than his could chew. The giant Orc swung his sickle-like longsword with an amazing skill and dexterity, the blade swung left in a blink of the eyes, Samuel quickly turned his sword to parry, unfortunately that was just a feint, swung only a quarter of an arch the Orc’s blade suddenly turned an angles and changed direction to the right, caught Samuel by surprise, if had not for the helmet he wearing, that blade would had split Samuel’s skull wide open.

Took a few steps back, ears still ringing from the impact of the Orc’s blade with his helmet. Samuel tried to think of some tragedy to take down this giant of an opponent.

“What’s the matter, Pale-face? Scared already?” the Orc mocked Samuel in the common speech with a heavy accent.

Then, a crazy idea came to Samuel’s mind, he recalled what Elesil did to him earlier and what’d happened when the Orc mage blew fire on him. Wondering to himself, Samuel thought perhaps Elesil had put some kind of magic to protect him, maybe he could use it at an advantage... but a flash of steel cut short Samuel’s thought. Samuel tried to block the attack, but reacted too late and the Orc’s curved blade struck his belly. Fortunately, Samuel’s idea from just now was right, the Orc’s blade dug right into Samuel’s side, great pain pulsed throughout his never system from the impact, but Samuel glad that there was no disembowelment happening. The big Orc’s jaw literally dropped, snatched the moment, Samuel grabbed control the Orc’s blade, quickly lunged forward and drove his short sword through the Orc’s throat.

A weird moan came from behind Samuel, and came to his eyes when Samuel turned back was the image of the Orc mage trembled for a few seconds, then suddenly the Orc put the axe in his hand to his own throat and slit it, red blood quickly oozed out from the wound and the Orc mage collapsed on the ground breathed his last breaths.

Elesil came out of his trance and thanked Samuel for his assistance, when the two men about to turn to the fighting at the temple, from a far, a sound of horn echoed the air and quickly followed by thundering sounds of veleles galloping. From the west of the village, dozens and dozens riders leaded by a young man charging toward the temple’s direction, followed right behind the riders was the rest of the fighters at the main battle, when they came near Samuel recognized the young man was the son of the local lord, that he’d once saw. The militia cheered at the sight of reinforcement, morale revived they pushed back the bandits, a not for long the criminals started to flee.

While Samuel cheered with the militias whilst the young lord’s riders driving away the bandits. Elesil examined the corpses of the Orcs and some of the Bandits, from all of these ordeals questions had arose, checked the bodies, Elesil perplexed. First, was what the bandits weared, their armour, long shirt of mail, fully covered their arm and reached down over their kneed. Furthermore, the steel rings that constructed the armour were thick and firmly riveted together, these shirt of mail were military grade, no bandit could afford them, yet from Elesil’s observance, all of them had the same equipment. And the second thing were the Orcs, not just these slain two, he’d saw more dotted the bandit’s rank at the fight around the temple’s ground, what were they doing with a band of Uppers criminal? Elesil noticed, from a little far away from him, the young lord had got off his velelis and seemingly examining the corpses of slain bandit, and by the young lord’s expression, perhaps Elesil was not the only one wondering those questions.

Then an unexpected turn of event happened, one of the young lord’s rider, a bearded man suddenly stopped his velelis near where Elesil stood and pointed his lance at Elesil. With a hostile tone of voice, the man yelled at Elesil and quickly some other riders turned their velelis and surrounded Elesil, their weapon raised against him.

“Whoah! Whoah! Calm down, calm down” -Samuel quickly jumped at Elesil defend, spoke to the riders in Bricatish- “Same side, same side, we’re with the militia.”

A desperate cry of help took the riders attention off of Elesil and Samuel, not far from where Samuel and Elesil stood, there was a middle-aged man, fear and desperate, with a great miserable shown on his face, tears rolling downed his cheeks as he held a teenaged girl in his arms. Poor, poor girl, haft of her face and upper-body was badly burned, weak were her moans, her skin charred and peeled, the pain she endured must be unimaginable. Instantly, Samuel recognized Casha, but before he could utter a word, Kranwolf fell to his knees, looked to the person stood next to Samuel.

“You… you are an Elvas” –spoke in desperation, Kranwolf begged in tear- “please, I begging you, my sir, I heard Elvas have miraculous healing magic, please save her, please, please, she’s all I have left.”

“Is it true? Elesil could you help?” Samuel spoke to Elesil.

The Elvas wasn’t respond his eyes were busying watch out for all the spear heads that still pointed at him.

“Lower you weapon, lower them” –the young lord came near Elesil, had overheard Kranwolf’s pleas for help he politely bowed to Elesil- “Master Elvas, sorry for my men rudeness, but could you please show compassion and help these people?”

Watched the injured women and children clung to dear life in their family’s arm, and the people stated to gathering around Elesil begged for help, the Elvas sighed.