Recavering.

"HERE I COME !!" I shouted and rushed.

<Third pove>

As Bob rushed, he swung his silver sword with all his might, The orc met bob swing halfway using his big machete holding it with his left, to interrupt bob swing.

CLASH!!!!

with a powerful sound, bob sword and the orc machete clashed together generating flying sparks while pushing each other using their weapons.

The Orc using this chance lashed out at Bob with his right arm glowing with a green light, to punch him.

. His punch was fast, and Bob realized that he have no way to block it nor evade it, so he decided to harden his WILL and took it on the face head-on.

GHEKKK!!!

"Shit, I   ca n..." Bob tried to say, but he is still stunned from the hit he took in the face spitting blood.

The orc seeing bob condition caught him from his head with his big hand covering bob entire face and hurled him into the left wall of the cave entrance.

with such force that a cloud of dust and

small rocks scattered everywhere.

"Huh huh huh huh huh huh"

Then falling on all his fours, Bob gasped for breath breathing heavily still with his sword in his hand.

Collecting his bering he stabbed the ground with his sword pushing himself up but upon hearing something coming.

"Shit no time" Upon saying that

 Bob made a Quike judgement, rolling from under the orc driving feet as the damn orc tried to leap on him to stamp him to death.

The hit missed its Target instead of that The Orc hit The ground with such force that a cloud of dust arose.

after Bob made it at a safe distance from

the Orc, he stopped rolling by Standing up with a sword in hand his armour was in bad shape with half the left side of IT from his abdomen to the left shoulder missing a big chunk.

As a result, his abdomen is painted with a lot of his dry blood that long since stopped flowing out from the wound that already starts closing.

<Bob pov>

Looking at the cloud of dust that already started to settle down, from within it emerged the Orc still no scratch on him dragging his machete with him with an aggressive gaze in his green eyes.

But that's all, he is only standing and waiting for me to make a move. Me seeing this I let out a sigh of relief taking a deep breath but not relaxing yet.

"It's official this orc is very strong I can't beat him at this rate... I need a plan" I said with a low voice while rubbing my temples still with my eyes on the Orc watching out for any sudden movement.

"Let's check my status" I said putting my right hand on my heart gently and closing my eyes at the same time

"Expono," I said with a low voice.

Then opening my eyes I looked in front of me not forgetting about The Orc Still putting an eye on him.

Name: Bob Dylan.

Race: human/white.

Class: warrior.

Weapons equipped: a chain mail shield, and a long sword. short dagger. 

Status

Strength: 50/100

Speed:20/100

Dexterity:44/100

Intelligent:32/100

Mana:20/100 +5 <new>

agility:50/100

Endurance:67/100

Traits

calm and collected/brave/ cautious/diligent.

Abilities: 

Dash> attacking with the speed of the sound consumes 4 mana points every 5 meters.

Aftershock: stabbing the earth with the sword can generate an earthquake enough to make anyone lose his balance and fall, consumes 6 points every use 

As Bright as the Sun:

Can, emits a bright light from all over his body, that can blind anyone at a 30-meter close, for 10 seconds consumes 10 points of mana and its cooldown is 30 minutes.

.

"Huh," I let out a voice of confusion and astonishment widening my eyes.

'how is this possible I already lost a lot of mana using my skills now I had A full recovery and with an extra five points? How ca-'. I wondered aloud in my mind.

But then I had an idea of how this happened.

"I didn't check my status after I killed the Orc archer didn't I,? " I said to no one specific after realizing what caused my mana to recover.

"ALRIGHT THEN," I said aloud closing my status window with a new determination and hope of winning this impossible fight.

<Third pove>

Looking at the Orc that is still standing there waiting with his guards up.

Bob, grips the handle of his sword tightly, draws it out, and snaps it forward so it's pointing at the Orc.

"TIME TO FINISH THIS!!!" Bob said intending to end this long battle for good with his victory.

Bob bends his knees, dropping into a low squat while keeping his torso bolt upright, then stands up again and shuffles his feet into the proper stance—feet parallel, both pointed straight ahead, right foot in front of the left foot.

Adopting the same stance as before but this time with a plan in mind.