This Red Orc was strange.
"What are the rules here? Using weapons or not?" Valor stretched his arms, sporting a pair of new black jeans to cover his nonexistent junk.
"Real men use fists!" The giant Red Orc pushes a fist into the palm of his other hand.
"Respectable answer, what happens to be your name?" The demon threw their sword to the ground.
"I am Falik Shlak Treinus, but people call me the Red Fist Orc!" Falik proudly declared his name and title.
Red Fist Orc? Do not all Red Orcs have red fists? What makes his fists redder then the other Orcs!? Michael blabbered on about Falik's lame title.
You are focusing on the wrong thing, he has the same last name as Ragk! That means they're related! Dom connected some dots.
"Red Fist Orc, bland as it is. At least you have a title people find you worthy of." The eternal smile on Valor's face grew an inch.
"Oh god, why is this happening!?" Ragk stood in the sidelines with his wife and Valen.
"Is Falik your brother or something?" Valen asked an important question.
"He is... a protective one at that..." A dreadful expression plastered itself on Ragk's face. "He tends to be rough on strangers entering our area. Bad things have happened to him in the past and so he's over cautious because of that..."
"That's rough, but I gotta ask. Why the hell is he so big?!?" Valen pointed out Falik's large size compared to the other Red Orcs.
"Aura... because he can use Aura, he enhanced his body to grow beyond his limits..." A shiver went down Valen's body. If Ragk was correct in his statement, there was a possibility for Valor to be in trouble.
"Shit, that's bad..." Valen had a consciousness that Valor was strong, yet didn't know his true limit.
"Dom, you are better at hand to hand, deal with him. Make sure not to kill him, unless he causes too much trouble for you..." Releasing control of his body, a more devious personality possessed it.
"Not used to this body, however I do not happen to have the luxury of getting comfortable~" Dom faced body to body against Falik, this Red Orc towering above his smaller height. "You good without me holding back? I can always make this easier for you~"
"Shut up!!!" Falik swung a punch at Dom, who swiftly ducked under the attack. Falik seemed to falter to insults, a weakness Dom gladly took note of.
"Aw, someone is a little mad~" After ducking under Falik's punch, Dom calculated two swift jabs at the left side of the Orc's stomach. It didn't seem to be effective, Orc's, no matter the kind, always seemed to be more durable then most species.
"GGGRAAAH!" Kicking the ground, Falik caused the dirt beneath to explode with power.
"Uh oh! What a powerful kick!" The demon sarcastically remarked whilst jumping back to avoid the unstable ground. Dom loved fights like this, bare bones and dirty, it was more enjoyable. "You better watch yourself there!" Dom spun into the air and slapped Falik across the face with his tail. Very hurtful to any fighter's pride.
"Agh! That hurt!" The fighting Orc complained.
"That is a given when fighting someone ahaha!" Charging back, the imp threw punches and jabs, making sure to dodge any upcoming attacks his way. Any attack from Falik could greatly injure Dom. "Hahahahaha! This is quite fun, Falik!"
"Shut it! Shut it! SHUT IT!!!" The Red Orc was growing more distress from Dom's precise blows. He was taking it easy, to confident in his abilities to actually take the smaller and seeming weaker enemy in front of him. "RAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!"
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Imp:Devil Born
FantasyStruck with the truth, Valor Unmei betrays the organization he once worked for. This results in him getting hunted down and killed by his one true friend. Before his soul is left to rot in the dunes of hell, his soul is captured by a powerful being...
