The second orc roared and brought its spiked weapon down. Nolan raised one hand casually. Wood and steel clashed against his palm with a deafening crack—yet the blow didn't move him an inch.
"Too slow."
He twisted his wrist, tossing the weapon aside as if it weighed nothing, then jumped and drove a kick into the orc's forehead. The creature's eyes rolled back, and it collapsed like a felled tree.
The remaining three charged at once. Nolan's form blurred again. Before they could even swing, he dashed between them, fists flashing faster than the eye could follow.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Each strike landed square on their foreheads, snapping their heads back with bone-cracking force.
And just like that—silence.
One by one, the towering Red Orcs shimmered with a strange light, then dissolved into particles of energy, leaving behind nothing but glowing cores scattered across the stone floor.
Nolan blinked, staring at the empty space where they had been.
