He landed behind the beast, knees bending to absorb the fall.
For a breath, the orc stood frozen. Then its massive body collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud. Its severed head rolled across the stone floor, coming to rest against the wall.
The chamber fell silent except for the sound of heavy breathing. The others tightened their grips, eyes shifting to the three remaining orcs
The first orc's head rolled across the floor, leaving a trail of blood. Its body lay still. But the victory lasted only a moment. The three remaining orcs roared in anger and charged forward. Their steps shook the ground.
Joel moved fast, weaving between them. His role was clear.
He drew their attention, darting in and out like a shadow. His blades slashed at arms and legs, forcing the orcs to turn after him. Their wild swings cut the air, missing by inches.
Every close call made the others tighten their grips.
"We got one down," Ethan called out, his voice sharp. "Let's move to the next!"
