The orc that remained attacking him seemed to have grown weary, as his hand shook just as he raised his weapon to strike the dwarf. Perhaps the song - or the sun - had begun to at last take effect. It did not matter. Nothing did, apart from keeping this orc occupied, so he could strike at no-one else. Blain did not make a sound, swinging his weapon with fingers that could barely feel his weapon. As long as he could stand, he would continue.
(Unsure where to put this, but I am spending Hope, thats why 3 dice)
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The orc that remained attacking him seemed to have grown weary, as his hand shook just as he raised his weapon to strike the dwarf. Perhaps the song - or the sun - had begun to at last take effect. It did not matter. Nothing did, apart from keeping this orc occupied, so he could strike at no-one else. Blain did not make a sound, swinging his weapon with fingers that could barely feel his weapon. As long as he could stand, he would continue.