A Challenge Issued

"Calytrix, back me up!" He commanded, standing up. 

"Of course," Calytrix obliged. 

Before the Orc God's horizontal swing could carve through both of the shock-stricken adventurers, he brought himself between them and the orcish giant with a shadow step, blocking the colossal weapon with his blade. 

Even guarding against it perfectly, the force backed behind the club could be felt vibrating his bones, and the liquid in his step. 

"Focus—!" He yelled out to the two behind him. 

From the backline, Calytrix snapped her fingers, "Nyx: Thorns of Hades." 

Assisting him, thorn-covered roots sprouted from the blood lake, aiming towards the Orc God as they forced him to leap back. 

With a few, casual swings of his club, the shadowy roots were dispelled with little effort, though it was enough to create space for them once again. 

"...Sorry," Memo apologized quietly.