An Usual Day

The orc's club, a massive weapon of bone and wood, swung through the air with a force that seemed to defy gravity. Adonis, his reflexes honed by countless battles, dodged the blow by a hair's breadth. He countered with a powerful slash, his sword biting into the orc's armor.

The orc grunted in pain, but its eyes remained filled with a savage fury. It swung its club again, Adonis parrying the blow with his shield. The impact sent him reeling backward, his grip on his sword loosening.

Adonis knew he had to regain the initiative. He channeled his mana, summoning a blast of ice that froze the orc's weapon solid. The creature, its grip on its club weakened, was momentarily stunned.

Seizing the opportunity, Adonis lunged forward, his sword a blur of motion. He drove the blade deep into the orc's chest, piercing its thick armor. The orc let out a final, agonized roar before collapsing to the ground, its life ebbing away.