Bathed In Light

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It wasn't long at all after he confidently claimed he could defeat the Orc glaring at him and aiming for the Cleric behind him, that Andor was locked into combat with it.

With the Cleric chanting behind him and now illuminating the slave on the ground in silvery light that was healing the gash on the side of his head, there was very little room for Andor to move. He needed to not be too far from the Cleric for the Orc to take advantage and yet, if he stood too close to her, there was a chance she'd get caught up in the battle. 

It was a conundrum but Andor's difficulty in deciding on what approach to take was rendered moot when the first Ax strike came at him. 

Unlike how he had done a few times already today, Andor didn't try to block the attack. He threw his weight to the side and leaped away so the attack hit the ground instead but just as his feet touched the ground again, the Orc turned its Ax to swing the blade horizontally.