Vrooommmm!!!

The first thing Xzavier did after grabbing the head of the dead orc was to scour the environment for any signs of his trusty armor motorcycle. Getting out of here and back to the others without the armor motorcycle would prove to be a real arduous task. It was imperative that he found it.

Xzavier began his search. In due time, he traced his jump from the slope on the hillside and found the motorcycle. Apparently, when the chief orc grabbed the motorcycle and saw that it was devoid of Xzavier's presence, he angrily tossed it a short distance away as if it had been nothing but wood. Such had been the strength and anger of the entity that Xzavier had faced in battle for about two nights.

In spite of the fact that it had been a collateral damage during Xzavier's joust with the chief orc, the armor motorcycle somehow retained its full functions. There wasn't even as much as a dent on the armor motorcycle. Xzavier was impressed.