Chapter 6

Both: Well shit.

*Boom*Boom*Boom*Boom*Boom*Boom*Booom*Boom*Boom*Boom*Boom*Boom*Boom*Boom*

We hear tons of impacts outside which I'm guessing is more Orks.

[ Time left until the Orks get to the room: Five minutes ]

Akemi: Let's go, get anything and get to barricading that door.

Marcus: Yessir lord dickwad.

Akemi: Hey!

I lock the door and Marcus tries to lift Barry off the bed and the same problem as before happens, his ten year old body can't pick up a grown ass man. He may only weigh like 165 pounds (75kg in crown units) but it doesn't matter when the man can wrap his hand around my bicep and his finger can touch his thumb.

Both of us have to pick him up from either side of the bed and lay him on the ground on a blanket for comfortability's sake.

We then take the bed he was laying on and barricade the door with it , not that it'll do much but it's trying. It'll give us a few more seconds of reprieve, hopefully.

The problem with the Orks isn't their individual strength, although that's not something to scoff at either but it's their sheer numbers, this is gonna be tough.

We hear heavy footsteps down the hall as sounds of rummaging are obvious, and I doubt they'll find anything of use in this hospital, but Orks being Orks who knows really.

We hear a jostle on the doorknob, before the whole doorknob is torn straight out of the door. Moments later a beady black eye is seen peeking through the hole in the door.

Ork 1: Ey bo- !

Before the Ork can complete his sentence an arrow made of shadow is flown through the opening and through this ork's eye socket and into his brain effectively silencing him.

Ork 2: ehh? what's all dis, muh boi got shot.

We then hear muffled laughing and then a dark green eye pops in through the hole that the arrow made.

Ork 2: hehe dere's fun to be made in ere bois

The Ork rips the door right off the hinges making short work of our small barricade as he throws the bed out of the way as well.

I try to kick him in his head with a recoiless kick and because a recoiless kick is made by not wasting any energy and putting all the force on one point, being his head his head gets thrown sideways and he falls to the ground.

*Crack* *Crunch*

Akemi: Fuck!!

My ankle shattered along with his broken neck and that was my strongest kick for now, Mori said he couldn't teach me the kick of the blue dragon because of family secrets or some shit.

Orks outside: WHOAA! That was strong!

Orks: Ooh big strong good fight.

Going into a sword stance a sword builds together in Marcus' hands and starts from his hand up to about 3 1/2 feet away and it's constructed from shards of light and it looks like a shattered sword but held together by his magic.

Marcus: Come at me Muchachos.

Ork 3: Whatever dat meanz.

He says while charging at him with an axe in hand.

Just before his swing Marcus intercepts his swing cutting his hand off therefore making the Ork drop his axe from loss of appendages.

Directly after that, taking advantage of the ork's surprise Marcus swings relieving his head from his shoulders.

My ankle is in an incredible amount of pain forcing me to ignore it not to scream out and force more attention to myself.

It's swollen up to the size of a softball and is gonna take some type of healing for me to get back in the fight.

Pain is a crazy thing isn't it, meant to keep you from hurting yourself more but in these situation the thing that would most likely get you killed. If only for pain I would be helping Marcus.

Welp I'm not just gonna sit here and do nothing like a dumbass. Holding my ankle I look inside myself seeing a stark white ball about the size of a gold ball with swirls of black, kind of like marble.

Taking a hold of the lines and whisps of black in my soul is not as easy as it feels like it's silting out of my mental grip like sand.

Trying not to brute force it like earlier I kind of cup the energy like you would liquid soap or a salve and I slowly move the energy down to the ankle feeling a soothing cold in my ankle kind of like an ice pack on an injury.

I let go of the ankle and looking at it now it has a visible difference, from being black bruised just moments earlier to just a faint yellow bruise on both sides of the ankle. Now instead of an unbearable pain it's more like a stiff joint with just a bit of pain kind of like it achy.

[ Skill Unlocked: Shadow Healing ]

[ Lvl 1]

[ Unlocked: Mana Stat 37/100 ]

Standing up Marcus has gone all samurai on the motherfuckers and with the predictable movements of the orks it takes little to no skill with a sword to kill them, not to mention it's made out of hot ass light. So basically a fucking lightsaber.

You could go up to one and whip it around like a fucking flashlight and make mince meat of of anything in your vision. Light doesn't have any weight so you can whip it around like a toddler with his favorite toy and kill everybody in the room.

A big ass Ork comes up with a metal arm, he's maybe 7'5 (225 cm in crown units) and jacked.

Jacked Ork: Well ello little umie.

The Ork zips across the room and lands a booted foot into Marcus' chest sending him flying across the room 'hehehe'.( Fun fact Orks can travel at speeds of up to 70 miles an hour which is one hundred and two point six feet a second so easily across a room in a second). We hear this from the Ork and he has a malicious and sadistic grin on looking at me through his eyebrows.

He speeds toward me and I move my head just in time as he puts his arm up to his bicep through the wall beside my head. God, does this guy stink take a fucking shower.

Anyway flicking a sword made of shadow at his arm I take his arm off at mid bicep.

He steps back waving his stump and goes," yaaay new metal arm". Looking completely unfazed that his arm got cut off at the bicep. Looking at me through his eyebrows at me again he goes, " Look who owes me a new arm hahaHaHaHaHAHAHA'"

He starts to hysterically laugh from his arm getting cut off before getting completely silent and rushing me trying to put his leg through my sternum and his hit connects with a searing sword of pain sending me flying through the wall and the one behind that.

I have no doubt that all of my organs are ruptured and all the bones in my torso shattered from the sheer pain alone, confirming my suspicions I cough up a mouthful of blood soaking my black shirt.

The Ork walks back up to me crouching down and looking me in the eyes," well ain't you a strong little humie, all the others just sploded from that. Especially the little kiddies".

Seemingly reveling in my pain the Ork says to me," my name is Grozgruk Killchompa and I'm da last thin you'll ever see".

Like that my head pops like a cherry against his metal fist.

[ Death Number One: Bonus skill: Eldritch blessing]

[ * A green tentacled monster watches with interest *]

Marcus POV

In the last second I positioned my body to absorb most of the blow I could, only making a dent in the wall instead of Akemi flying through two of them.

Well three or four of my ribs are definitely broken but that might be it, no punctured lung or anything.

Prying my body out of the wall I shake the drywall off my pearly white and gold jacket and face try to find the fucker that kicked me into the wall.

Only for him to be nowhere to be seen. But the rest of the orks in the room are still a problem.

Pulling out Gae Bolg my trusty holy spear and squaring up to the rest as half of them start shooting while the others just charge at me with whatever metal scrap they pulled out the street.

Shoving my spear through the face of the first Ork I grab his lifeless body and prop it up as a makeshift cover. Moving slowly through the enemies and taking out any that make it even slightly close and when I get all of the melee combatants dealt with I pop up from behind my bullet riddled cover and throw giant shurikens made of light nailing each in the forehead.

Looking for Akemi I find his body behind two sets of walls stuck in a wall, whoof this guy didn't get the best treatment. He'll be fine, when I see tendrils of muscle extending from his head collecting shattered pieces of skull from the floor, I'm sure of this.

After about thirty minutes of face reconstruction his face finally looks like him. His eyes fly open saying, " Guess who's got a new cool ass power?"