It sliced into his left shoulder spraying blood every where. A grueling whelp escaped his lips as he pulled it from his flesh. The orc was angry and it yearned for the taste of Tucker’s life. In a rampage he charged crashing over a recliner. His foot stepped onto the ataman release and the back of the chair flew backwards sending the orc flying head over heals slamming hard into the wooden floor. Tucker saw the opportunity and seized it. Bringing the twin-bladed axe down hard it sliced like butter through the orc’s skull.

Gray matter splattered every where and the stench of rotted meat emanated through out the apartment. Tucker had to muster everything in his body to keep from vomiting. A pool of blood already began to form around his chair and he had to back up to keep from stepping in it.

The orc had been defeated. This made Tucker feel pretty good but it was far from over. This was one of a thousand orcs piling into his city. Snow blew in from the window making Tucker feel the hard bite of what was happening. He was abrasive to look out of the window. As he peered through he looked down and was shocked to see that surrounding his building was over a hundred eager Orqendi Ogressi.

With axe in hand Tucker walked from the window. He pulled the leather harness off the dead orc and strapped it around his own chest. Walking to the weapon rack he grabbed a long sword equipped with a scabbard and tightened it around his waste. He grabbed two long fighting daggers and put them into the orcish harness and then put the axe over his shoulder and placed it on a rung on his back. On the wall hung an elvish style bow, he grabbed it and rapped the sinew around his shoulder. Below it on the floor was a quiver full of arrows and put that on opposite the bow.

He was ready for battle. Opening the door to his apartment he headed down the hall and into the elevator. A bing sounded as he reached the ground floor and stood there as the sliding doors opened. Tucker grabbed the bow and pulled it out and around. He stepped out and smelled the pungent aroma of ancient sweat.

As he turned left to find a safe way out orcs began to file in through the glass door. More poured in, the glass shattering under their wait. Pulling an arrow from the quiver he placed it on the sinew and drew it back. The arrow flew straight and true and embedded itself in the first orcs forehead. Down another hall way he ran to escape the mob. He approached a fire escape and kicked out with his foot opening it. As he flew out of the door into the open air he stepped into another group of orcs.

“What the hell?”

The apparent leader of the group stepped forward and with a grungy deep voice said, “We are the army of Satan and the rise of hell has begun.”

“Over my dead body!” Tucker cried out pulling the axe from the harness.