Moore For Less Investigations: The Kid

Chapter 7

The orcs filed out of the small storage room and began clearing floor space. The two goons that held me restrained, walked me out of the way as the other orcs created the arena. They cleared a fifty-foot diameter space and even swept debris clear. The orcs lined around the outside of the circle and began chanting.

"Morntok, Morntok. Morntok."

My two captors escorted me to the makeshift arena. I looked around the cleared space and tried to come up with an escape plan. I am strong and thanks to my gifts my strength is beyond that of your average human. I also spent a number of years as both a soldier and a officer of the law; it is not through cowardice that I was looking for escape. It was simply the fact that I did not know if I could beat Morntok. Sixty or so orcs, both male and female, surrounded the cleared space. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder; all green skinned and heavily muscled. Somewhere in the crowd a drum was being played and the orcs began to chant. I scanned the area looking for Brill, but I didn't see her anywhere. I did not think that the blow Morntok gave her would have put her in any real trouble, but her absence concerned me. I saw off to my left, the gnome scientist Rictus had brought the kid out of the room.

My captors held me in place while others removed my coat, vest, shirt, shoes, socks, gun belt and goggles. I stood there in just my slacks and sweat. I'm not a small guy, as I said I stand round about six feet in height. I weigh about two hundred sixty pounds of natural lean muscle and all wrapped in olive colored skin and chest hair. Part of my parent's gift, excessive body hair. Morntok stood on the opposite side of the arena. He was a monster, seven feet four inches in height, five hundred pounds of pure orc muscle. I mean his muscles had muscles; hell his muscles had chest hair. He smiled a crooked toothed fanged smile at me as he handed Lucy off to one of his goons. He tried to bore a hole though me with his beady black eyes while he stripped down.

My two captors released me with an aggressive shove and I walked the circle and stretching and flexing my muscles. I loosened up my joints, cracked my neck and breathed deeply. I'll admit I really wanted to do this. One could say it is a part of my nature to enjoy a good fight. My gallant hero self image was screaming for retaliation for the offense on Brill's person. Family or not you do not hit girls.

"I owe you one for that bullet." I told him.

"You have balls, little human. I'll be sure to make you eat them once we are done here."

We circled one another sizing each other up. He made the first move, charging forward with a one two punch combo. I dodged the two blows and returned with a straight-arm jab to his jaw. He blocked the jab with is left forearm and grabbed my arm with his right. He flung me across the arena effortlessly as if I weighed no more than a sack of potatoes. I sailed through the air for a brief moment, landed hard and slid along the stone floor. I rose to my feet with a roll, hate in my eyes. My anger threatened to breach the surface. I took a deep breath forcing the beast back down. I nonchalantly dusted myself, took a fighting stance and smiled. I had no intention of letting him see how amazed I was by his strength. Morntok huffed and puffed, and I swear, was on the verge of popping a blood vessel.

The large orc charge at me again, swinging is his massive arms with heavy blows, intent on cracking my skull. I dodged in and out of his long reach and hammered blows of my own into his shoulder joints. He grunted in pain, growling he seized me around my waist and tried to squeeze the life out of me. I let out a roar in pain and squirmed my arms free of Morntok's monstrous vice grip. I hammered mighty elbows into his skull until he tossed me across the arena again. I landed hard with rolled and ended up barreling into the circle of orcs. They kicked me back into the arena. I heard the pop of a rib breaking. I shuffled to my feet holding my left side briefly. Morntok shook his massive head and stared at me with pure hatred.