Closed Eye

Bam. Bam. Bam.

The massive cleaver came down quickly on the shield, trying to break through the flawless defense, but Geir had no trouble withstanding each attack.

"Hey... Big guy, where did you get so much strength? Don't you need any rest at all?" Geir muttered with a slight smile as he blocked another attack.

After Geir knocked Turgan down, the Orc Leader went into a real rage, he realized that if he didn't get rid of Geir, there was no way he could win.

'Zayne and Roland are fighting their opponent...' Geir inwardly muttered, 'Honestly, my strength is slowly running out, I need a rest, but this Orc is absolutely unstoppable. He's just a wild beast!''

"RAKA!!!" Turgan exclaimed furiously, the symbols on his shoulders lit up in red flames, and he brought his cleaver down on Geir with all his might.

Tremble.

A shockwave went off from the impact as a powerful recoil went through Geir's entire body, causing his arms to go slightly numb.