The orc swung his sword across his body toward Goom's head, but Goom was able to duck and drop to the ground. He rolled away from the orc who was wildly chopping down deep into the dirt.
Bits of rocks and chopped-up leaves were tossed into the air as Sil-kuru brought his blade down again and again.
Across the ground, Goom backed away on his hands and butt while the swings fell between his scrambling legs.
He timed Sil-kuru's swings, and he was able to hook the orcs ankle with the hooked end of his axe head. The orc fell over backwards, and that gave Goom an opportunity to return to his feet.
Despite the cold air of approaching night, beads of sweat were popping from his forehead from the exertion, and he was struggling to catch his breath.
Murt and Dennis watched from a short distance. Behind them, several of the Gellring dwarves had grabbed whatever makeshift weapons they could find, and they watched the battle developing.
Their presence kept the other four orcs from dismounting and entering the fray themselves. Goom and Sil-kuru continued their duel.
Goom twirled and danced with this axe, sending wide arcing slices through the air and meeting Sil-kuru's sword when he was unable to dodge.
The dwarf wasn't much of a fighter, but somehow he moved with nimble power. The orc was blinded by rage, and the power he displayed was outdone by his lack of precision.
His rage continued to build, and now Sil-kuru held his sword with both hands and was swinging with the full weight of his body. He brought a streaking blow down toward Goom.
Goom held his axe lengthwise above his head to catch the weight of the blade, but the wooden shaft of the axe shattered beneath the steel,
and the edge of Sil-kuru's sword found its way to the right side of Goom's chest.
The blow had been slowed down considerably, but it still produced a shallow gash in Goom's pec that ran from his collarbone down to his armpit.
The blow had been slowed down considerably, but it still produced a shallow gash in Goom's pec that ran from his collarbone down to his armpit. He cried out, and put his left hand to his chest while he picked up the top half of his split axe.
The dragon's roar thundered across the sky once more, and she breathed out wild breath of fire that momentarily brought back the light of day to the twilight sky.
Sil-kuru, with his jagged features outlined in shadow and firelight, walked toward an injured Goom.
The orcs blade hung at his side, and the pointed tip dug a tiny trench into the dirt as he moved forward. He too was breathing heavily, and his muscles were crisscrossed with throbbing veins.
Despite the effort, he smiled menacingly as he bared down on the dwarf.
Sil-kuru swung a half-hearted swing at the dwarf, and Goom was able to parry it with his axe half. The orc laughed and took another soft swing at Goom. He was just playing with him.
Again, Goom redirected the blade with his axe head.
From afar, Murt had been trying to support Goom with whatever sort of spells he could manifest. Because of the rapid movement of the battle, he was unable to accomplish anything.
He couldn't even get a simple protection enchantment to work. Murt turned his focus to Goom's broken axe.
He thought that he might have an easier time working his magic on an inanimate object, so he focused his mind and recited an incantation.
Goom was still hurt, and struggling to deal with Sil-kuru's patronizing attack when he felt his broken axe begin to vibrate.
From the ground, a mixture of wood, stone, and earth rose up from the ground like a small twister. It found its way to the broken end of the axe handle, and the axe was magically repaired.
Goom could see that the other half of his broken axe handle had undergone the same transformation, and a new, identical axe was lying on the ground behind Sil-kuru.
Goom slashed toward Sil-kuru with his reborn axe, and he caught the orc off guard.
Sil-kuru was still able to get his sword up to defend himself, but the power of Goom swing knocked him aside, and Goom was able to scramble to the second axe.
Sil-kuru was still able to get his sword up to defend himself, but the power of Goom swing knocked him aside, and Goom was able to scramble to the second axe. With a weapon in each hand, he went on the offensive.
Meanwhile, Fewla had managed to chew through the ropes that bound her, and she'd gotten to her feet. A fat orc dismounted from his horse, and the horse breathed an exasperated sigh of relief.
He walked over to Fewla and pushed her to the ground with his massive arms. Dennis saw this happening from across the makeshift battlefield, and he turned to one of the dwarves for a weapon.
The best he could find was a gardening hoe. He ran across the space that separated the orcs from the dwarves of the Gellring Foothills.
The fat orc had his back turned, and he towered menacingly over the scared faun. As he approached, Dennis prepared to swing the hardening hoe.
He held his weapon in both hands, and he brought the hoe chopping down on top of the fat orc head.
Unfortunately, he didn't catch him with the metal tip of the hoe, and the thin wooden shaft of the tool snapped like a toothpick on the orc's bald head.
The orc turned around and knocked Dennis to the ground with a wild backhand slap.
This was the moment when everyone decided that they wanted to get involved in the fighting.
Goom and Sil-kuru were still singularly focused, but around them, dwarves and orcs came together like crashing waves. Actually, it was more like someone threw a pile of pins at a bowling ball.
Things erupted into a comedic scene. All the cliche stuff was going on, but we don't have time for everything.
Just be aware that no one was killed in the melee, but lots of people ended up with pointy lumps on their noggins and flocks of miniature birds flying around their heads.
In the serious part of the battle, Goom had Sil-kuru on his heels. The orc backed away from the skillful coordination of Goom's axes.
Above the din of battle, Goom could hear the sound of the dragon's flapping wings and she made her descent.
He felt more powerful than ever, and he twirled across the earth swinging one axe then the other toward the wide-eyed orc.
The barren trees shook and their branches rattled together like a windchime made of bones. The dragon glided to the ground, and when she set down her gargantuan rear claws, the earth trembled.
Goom didn't even flinch, but Sil-kuru was awestruck by the magnificent beast. Behind Goom, the dragon roared and toppled orcs and dwarves alike.
Goom screamed and continued his attack on Sil-kuru. He caught the orc unaware.
With a swift upward swing of the axe in his right hand, Goom was able to dislodge the sword from Sil-kuru's grip, and it clattered to the ground nearer to Goom than it was to the orc.
He set his own axe down behind him, and he bent to take Sil-kuru's blade into his own hand, but the orc still had a dagger strapped to his leg, and he reached for it now.
Goom was still in a crouch, but he was able to lift his axe and parry Sil-kuru's murderous stab and again he dislodged the orc's weapon.
Goom now held the shining blade in his right hand, and he pointed it at Sil-kuru's throat. The defenseless orc, backed away with hatred in his eyes.
As he did so, he caught his heel on an exposed root, and he fell onto his back. The dragon reared up onto her hind legs. Goom rose the blade high over his head.
The dragon sent a cyclone of burning fire into the night sky. Goom screamed, and his eyes glowed in the dragon's fire. He swung the blade down at the orc the air like a deadly flicker.
The sword found its mark.
Sil-kuru opened his eyes to find his sword embedded into the ground near his head. Goom raised his axe above his head and brought it down with a deft swing that shattered the sword in two.
"If you want your heartstrings, you'll have to take it up with her," he said to the orc while he gestured toward the dragon with his axe head.
"If you want your heartstrings, you'll have to take it up with her," he said to the orc while he gestured toward the dragon with his axe head. The orc knew he was defeated, and his face glowed with his rage.
"I'm not a smuggler anymore," Goom said, "and I'm no killer either. Don't come asking me for nothing. Don't let me catch you in Gellring ever again."
The other orcs had been dealt with as well, and they were all either tied up, incapacitated, or retreating on horseback.
Fewla, Murt, and Dennis had joined Goom overlooking Sil-kuru The Defeated, and behind them, the dwarves of the Gellring Foothills looked on, some of them tending to their injuries.
"Now, go," Goom said to Sil-kuru. The orc snorted and growled as he searched for words, but he could do nothing more than let out a deep and rumbling scream up at the dwarf.
Goom, Murt, Dennis, and Fewla turned their backs on the orc, and walked toward Gellring.
The towns people were huddled together and staring warily at the dragon that stood stoically at their side.
As he walked away, Goom noticed shocked looks on the faces on his kin, and then he heard the sounds of scattering leaves.
Sil-kuru had got back to his feet, and he'd managed to get back to his dagger. He was barreling toward Goom with crazed eyes.
Saliva spilled out the sides of his agape mouth, and his veins bulged from his forehead and neck. Goom barely had time to turn around, and he didn't have enough time to prepare his weapon.
The orc jumped at him with his dagger extended.
His glowing eyes were the last thing Goom saw before he disappeared completely.
The dragon had swung her heavy tail through the air, and she caught the orc clean sending him flailing through the air back toward his six-legged horse.
He pinwheeled through the air and crashed to the dirt like a green comet. He didn't move for a second or two, but eventually he managed to steady himself against his horse and rise to his feet.
He turned back toward Goom one last time. He narrowed his eyes, clenched his jaw, jumped on his horse, and rode away into the night.