F*ck Her Punches Are No Joke

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The orc warlord plunged her axe into the ground causing the ground around to sink in and crack while a tremor traveled through my armored feet and let go of it.

Seeing this I did the same, my shadow enlarged and from it, pitch black ghoulish hands extended.

They grabbed my scythe and pulled it in, the reason I chose to discard my scythe was because it was already difficult for me to keep it materialized after using so much of my psionic power that my current body couldn't withstand.

"You're armor, discard it or are you all bark and no bite without it demon?"

The orc war chief spoke in the common galaxies language.

Huh? Demon? 

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrow as I quickly gave a brief scan of orcs thoughts.

Apparently, the orcs were actually so impressed by us and at the same time terrified by me that they actually started calling us demons.

I couldn't help but chuckle at this, as I ordered my AI to disengage my armors locks, with a sound of clamps unlocking and the hissing of servers my armor with its exoskeleton opened up from the back like the post-nuclear apocalypse universes.

As I stepped out the the neural cables connected to my neurol interfaces disengaged themselves.

But I wasn't done I commanded my AI to loosen my black skin-tight suit that looked like an additional layer of muscle without skin to loosen up.

I took off the loose suit and stepped forward, without batting an eye as I stood before the orc female naked as a baby.

Only to rip off a piece of gathered cloth from my power armor to make makeshift underwear.

Because the wind was really unpleasant plus, having my d*ck and balls flap around in combat wasn't great at all.

"What the ...?"

I couldn't help but blurt out after seeing the war chief avert her eyes with a slight blush on her cheeks.

Don't tell me she hasn't seen a d*ck?

I couldn't help but think but after going through the information in my head I understood why, since she was still a war chief It meant that she was still a virgin.

In orc culture only those who could best her could become a new war chief and In turn her husband.

I thought while finishing my cigarette absentmindedly only for a fist to impact my cheek.

The sudden blow from the orc war chief sent me to my knees, despite my enhanced physical abilities.

The sheer force behind her punch was overwhelming, and I momentarily blacked out for a second.

However, my durable skeletal structure made of neutronium saved me from a much worse fate.

As the war chief prepared for another strike, I acted swiftly.

With a powerful punch, I aimed for her knee, causing it to dislocate with a sickening crack. The war chief let out a roar of pain as she lost her balance and fell.

Taking advantage of the moment, I stood up and delivered a counterpunch to her face.

The hit was solid and left her reeling.

Just as I was ready to pummel her face into meat paste I lost my footing, It seemed like my brain was still suffering the aftereffects.

"F*ck her punches are no joke..."

I muttered to myself as I watched the war chief relocate her knee back into place.

It didn't take long before we leaped at each other again, the brawl between the orc war chief and me was intense and unrelenting.

Our fists collided with thunderous force, and the ground beneath us shook with each blow.

The war chief's strength was undeniable, and her punches landed with precision, testing my resilience.

As the fight raged on, my nanites started showing their advantage, and the war chief's punches and kicks continued to become weaker and slower.

I used my increasing speed and agility compared to hers dwindling one to dodge her strikes while landing calculated blows of my own.

The simple fact that her bones only had mini fractures at this point was a testament to her race's biological prowess.

Our movements were a chaotic dance of brutality, with neither of us willing to yield.

The war chief's determination was evident in her unyielding spirit, but as the fight continued, I found an opening.

With a swift maneuver, I managed to sweep her legs from under her, and she crashed to the ground with a resounding thud.

With the upper hand now, I wasted no time.

I pinned the war chief down, her struggles futile against my superior strength and positioning.

We both breathed heavily, battered and bruised from our brutal confrontation, as I continued to strangle her with my forearm the war chief kept kicking my back with her knees like a berserker gone mad.

The marines and orcs kept roaring, encouraging their chief to fight on and not give up while my marines just silently waited for the outcome ready to slaughter all the orcs after my victory.

Just as I was about to crush the orc's windpipe after applying my body weight a thunderous roar came out from the orc's side.

"Enough! You've won demon! We admit defeat!"

An over 8 feet tall orc covered in numerous scars with gray braided hair and beard stepped out.

"Huh?"

I couldn't help but blurt out as I lightened the pressure on the orc's throat who seemed to give up instantly after hearing the orc's voice.

In orc's culture a duel between different races was considered to be to the death, no orc would dare to break its sacracy like that so what gives?

I couldn't help but think only to see the orc fall onto his knees with a loud rumble in front of me.

"What the...?"

I blurted out only to see the orc kowtow.

"Spare my grandaughter I beg you demon"

Orc said as he slammed his head into the ground again.

Hearing this I looked back and forth between the female and self-proclaimed grandfather, and by the looks of it, he wasn't lying about it.

"And what's in it for me?"

I asked as I stood up and relocated my right shoulder back into place while looking down at the father.

"Our loyalty warchief of the chaos malers!"

The orc proclaimed loudly as he did all the orcs knelt down and banged their chests at once.

"All hail the warchief of the chaos malers!"

For a moment my brain froze, at the ridiculousness of the situation, one moment we were killing each other and the next the orcs were saying that I was their new war chief, even my marines were looking at each other with questioning glances.

But before I could process It the ex-war chief sprung to her feet and was ready to pummel my face in only for her grandfather to pummel her to the ground instead.

"Enough Luna! Greet your husband properly!"

The father roared as he forcefully grabbed Luan by the neck.

"But gramps he's not an orc!"

Luna roared back as she spat out a mouthful of green blood.

Hearing this the old orc snapped.

"If I say he is your husband then he is your husband you good-for-nothing battle-crazed troublemaker, When I was your age I already had children, yet you don't even have a husband, I'm gonna die soon, it's about time you gave me grandkids!"

The grandfather roared as he smacked his grandaughter's head so strongly that her face got buried in the ground.

I opened my mouth to say something but I closed it the next second because I was just too lost for words at the events that unfolded before me.

I wordlessly walked back to my side, only for Wolf to meet me on the way.

"What are your orders, sir?"

I turned my head to look at the still kneeling orcs and then to Wolf.

"Gather up the orcs into one place..."

I started saying only for Wolf to interject.

"And execute them, sir?"

For a moment I certainly had the thought but upon thinking that I was going to upgrade Einherjar into a titan in the future and the cost of producing additional marines I changed my mind, after all why to spend more points to make marines than I already have a bunch of battle-hardened killing machines.

"...no executing, do a head cunt and prepare for withdrawal our work is done here"

Hearing my words Wolf couldn't help but look at me as If I had lost my marbles but despite that, he didn't object.

"Yes sir!"

Wolf answered with a crisp salute as he turned around and started barking out orders in quick succession.

"Fisrts brigade round up the orcs, second brigade youre on looting duty even if its trash I want It collected any questions?! No? Start working you lazy f*cks!"

The chaos that followed was an odd mixture of preparation and looting as the marines gathered and organized the orcs while collecting anything of value.