"Come on, Theo! Hold it steady!" Sharon shouted, her fiery temper flaring as she lunged forward, her blade striking at an orc's exposed side.
Theo didn't respond verbally—he couldn't afford to. His shield deflected another incoming swing, a clang echoing off the walls, the sheer force pushing him back slightly. Sharon took the opening he made, stepping in with her powerful swing aimed right at the neck of the orc. Her blade connected, slicing through the weak point where Draven had said the dark energy coalesced.