The orc bolted towards the immovable object, raising his crystal handaxes above his head before bringing them down together onto his target. Yet, before the axes hit their goal, Trathnona grabbed the heads of the weapons, her own blood spilling from her left palm, the blade digging into their skin, all the while licking her lips.

Her grip through her right gauntlet tightened, causing the handaxe to quickly shatter to pieces within Ilgar’s hand, his face dropping as the iron fist quickly followed up, slamming into the side of his jaw. The Godhunter fell to the ground with a thud before quickly rolling backwards, as a powerful stomp dropped onto the earth where he briefly lay, the ground beneath the mercenaries foot shattering as she raised her fists in front of her face, the same way Fenris would.

“Shit!” The orc shouted, bringing himself to his feet before he put his flesh hand to his cheek, blood dripping from his bruised face. Ilgar tightened the grip on his remaining handaxe with his right, titanium palm. “Alright, round two!” The green giant bellowed, aiming his left hand forward and launching a yellow burst of power towards the unstoppable force, who knocked the sphere away like a rubber ball, slamming against it with the wrist of her metal armament, before it exploded a dozen or so yards away. 

Ilgar’s jaw dropped before he clenched his teeth, another metal jab hitting him in the face, followed by a strike ramming into his stomach. Without Ilgar realising it he had been lost in a combination of jabs and blows, blood beginning to leak from every which part of his body, the pain numbed from adrenaline, as all he could perceive was the blurred rampage of a wild beast.

“Bull,” the woman muttered, bringing both of her fists to her sides, as Ilgar stood dazed, trying to understand what she had just said, Trathnona bringing both of her hands forward at once shortly after, “Charge!” she roared, knuckles digging into Ilgar’s stomach, launching him like a bullet into the cliff face behind himself. Blood spouted from his mouth as the orc’s large body crashed into the stone wall behind him, cracking and shattering the surface of the rock before he ricocheted onto his hands and knees.

The orc looked up, as the woman slowly approached, his eyes meek, perceiving the attacker’s every step which cracked the earth beneath her boots. Ilgar raised his right hand swiftly, “Sunflower!” He yelled unintelligibly, through the blood accumulating around his mouth, producing a beam of light from his metal palm, rocketing straight towards the monster that slowly approached.

With a swish of her left hand through the air, an orb of iron formed in the space in front of her, absorbing the powerful thunder blast rocketing straight towards her. The blast faded away, the half-melted ball of metal falling to the earth with a thunk, leaving a crater in the ground where it crashed. Trathnona stepped around the metal ball, licking her lips, as her arms bulged with power.

Ilgar fumbled while drawing the massive sword from his back, panting as blood dripped down his left eyelid. Ilgar pointed the blade towards Trathnona, dropping his bloody handaxe to the ground, it melting into a liquid state after clattering against the cobblestone. The horned woman lunged forward, her right arm slicing towards Ilgar, smashing against the fuller of the blade. which swiftly flew in between the orc and the mercenary’s mighty strike. Before Ilgar had time to recover, another strike was thrown from the woman’s left fist, then the right again, the onslaught beginning to overwhelm Ilgar. The green giants hands flew from side to side, the sword blocking strike after strike, the weight of each blow increasing as the orc did his best to hold on for his life.

“What’s wrong green man! At this rate, one of these fists will break through to that face of yours!” She began cackling, her blows launching into the blade like a storm of arrows, Ilgar digging his heels into the ground while slowly being pushed back by each successive strike.

A burst of light skated through Trathnona’s assault, eviscerating a small chunk of her torso, the left side of her lower body being blasted through by a yellow bullet, which continued to fly before it detonated upon reaching the remnants of the mansion entrance behind her. The orc panted as the woman’s assault paused, putting her left hand on her wound, her complete euphoria turning to that of malice and rage. 

“You’ll die,” Trathnona muttered to the orc, Ilgar filled with fear smoke faded around his left palm. The mercenary formed a metal dressing from her hand around the wound, stopping any bleeding before it had a chance to begin. Trathnona immediately leapt forward, launching a right hook with such force, that even though the intuitive blade was able to stop it from reaching, the sword would crack. Ilgar’s eyes widened, his breath growing ragged, blows now slower but filled with enough force that each strike broke through the sword further and further.

The sound of shattering echoed, as Ilgar was backed up to the cliff face, the sword falling to pieces, with the horned woman’s fists marked red. Trathnona began leaning backwards, extending her arms to either side of her body, as a malicious grin grew across her face.

Horror filled Ilgar, as he looked upon his shattered blade, and the mercenary preparing his execution, all while a faint light grew in the corner of his eye. A glowing ball of white, ethereal light floated in the air, beautiful and calming, just above the orc’s shattered sword. The attacker bringing her fists to her side once again, muttering “Bull”, as Ilgar swiftly lunged to his left, gripping the ball of light tightly before slamming it into his chest at full force.

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Fola’s palm reached out towards the orc’s chest, the pair standing in the middle of Foraoise Fields, Ilgar backing away, sweat beading from his head. “What are you doing!” The orc shouted in fear, quaking in his boots, glancing at the unconscious Michaelis. “I, as a God, have a number of blessings I can give out during a time period. My intention is to give to you as I have to Michaelis, in that I will bestow a blessing of Blood onto you.”

The orc continued to look fearful and hesitant as he stared up at the being which towered even over him. “A blessing is placed into one's heart, and it will give you a new ability of sorts, such as… hm…” he pondered for a moment, his blade-like finger tapping his chin, “What you need or desire, the blessing will give to you with all it can. Now stop wasting my time, I’d like to head back inside of Sidra, I hate the feeling of the air on my ooze.” He muttered, his arm extending and gripping Ilgar’s chest, as the orc let out a scream of immense pain.

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Ilgar roared, his eyes glowing white as an ethereal blossom of white light wrapped around his body, before stabbing deep into his chest and flowing into him. Trathnona threw both of her fists towards the orc, who immediately strafed through the air, blood dripping onto the ground from his barely conscious body, his eyes continuing to glow. An orange orb akin to the white one floated where he once stood, an immense aura emitting from it as Ilgar gained distance from both it and his attacker, his legs quaking yet his expression calm. The green giant took a deep breath, some of the immense bleeding he had done forming around his right hand, a crystal red halberd with an axe head forming within his grip, before being pointed towards Trathnona.

The horned woman scowled, a second iron gauntlet forming and wrapping around her left fist before she dashed forward and threw a strike towards the orc. Ilgar strafed once again, the godhunter breathing heavily as he brought the halberd down on the mercenary from above, who blocked the strike with both arms above her head.

The orc lunged backwards, before swiftly bringing himself forward, the halberd launching towards Trathnona from her left. She raised her left arm to block the strike, supporting it by pushing her right palm into her elbow. The impact knocked the horned woman a fair distance, sweeping the ground as she trembled from the force of the blow. Trathnona quickly leapt towards Ilgar after recovering, flying low before raising her right fist in a powerful uppercut towards the orc’s jaw, Ilgar effortlessly bringing his head back to avoid the blow, before stabbing into the woman’s side, with the handle-end of his halberd. The spear dug into Trathnona’s metal dressing, causing her to howl in pain as blood began leaking from the wound.

The brawler snickered, looking up to the glowing-eyed orc, “This works for me!” She yelled as she held her left fist in her right palm, thrusting her elbow upwards towards the orc, “Rhinocerous Thrust!” She howled.

Ilgar had already released his grip on his weapon, backing just enough that the elbow completely whiffed and missed him, before he tightly gripped both of the woman’s horns with his larger body and larger arms. Trathnona winced as she looked up to the orc, who brought her in towards his right knee, slamming it against her face, blood rocketing from her nose. The mercenary fell backwards as Ilgar swiftly released her horns followed by grabbing his halberd with his left hand, from the woman’s side, as she fell on her dressing, blood leaking from her iron bandage. Trathnona scrambled to her feet, enraged, as she began scraping the earth with her right foot, bringing both fists to her sides.

The orc completely ignored Trathnona, approaching the orange orb he had left floating in the air, it was attractive, like an orange tulip, energy eviscerating and regenerating around the sphere. He lightly grasped it with his metal palm, before exhaling softly and slamming it into his own chest. The orc gritted his teeth as yellow explosions flowed from his titanium hand, wrapping around him and entering his body, blood and sweat dripping from his person as a malicious red orb pushed out through the back of his spine. He began to waver, losing his balance as the woman began dashing towards him. Ilgar leaned back, as both of the horned woman’s fists rocketed into his stomach, launching the orc against the cliff face, blood flowing from every wound, the large man’s body breaking the stone wall down further, his mouth gaping in agony as tears filled his eyes.

The orc smiled, taking a deep breath as he stood up, the woman looking completely upset and in disbelief, as the orc had survived her blow. She began preparing the same technique, the orc holding a yellow orb of energy in his right hand, held behind his back as he stumbled forward, his legs continuing to shake.

“Bull Charge!” She roared, sprinting at Ilgar like a real beast, her fists brimming with power as Ilgar pointed his hand forward, “Sunflower!” He exclaimed through the pain and through the tears, the brimming power launching from his palm. The blast was much weaker than any other ‘sunflower’ he had performed before, with the air blasting backwards causing his blood to paint the cliff-face behind himself red. Despite these circumstances, the power behind the attack was still enough to eviscerate the right half of the woman’s torso, who fell to the ground, her attack unable to reach Ilgar. On the ground, Trathnona quickly lost consciousness, tears in her eyes as she attempted to lift herself off of the ground with her remaining right arm, only for her half-decimated heart to roll out alongside the mountain of blood leaking from her body. From the heart, two orbs- one of a hard grey, and the other of a simple cherry red slowly floated upwards into the air.

The orc panted, his glowing eyes beginning to sizzle as a burning sensation overtook his optics, the fatigue beginning to reach him as he fell to his knees, panting deeply, sweat, blood and even aura leaking from his body. Ilgar’s breaths became raspier, falling to his hands he gripped the earth beneath, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the blood as he struggled to even bring himself to scream, his gaze flowing back to the pair of aura orbs before him.