Massacre

Leo's eyes were glued to the intense battle unfolding before him.

Robin was locked in a fierce combat against the leader of the Vikings guild.

The Orc swung his massive battle-axe with deadly accuracy, while Robin, agile and quick, darted in and out, delivering swift strikes with his lance. However, none of Robin's attacks landed their mark.

As the fight raged on, Leo could feel his muscles tensing up, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. He knew that the battle was reaching its climax and that Robin was on the brink of defeat. The Orc had landed several devastating blows and Robin's armor was dented and slightly bloodied. Leo's emotionless eyes stared at the battlefield, waiting for the perfect time to engage.