Reaching - Part 1

"Damn it!" Firyr cursed, as Oomly's massive greatsword flung him back once more. Firyr was fulfilling two roles at once – he served as a spoke in the attacking wheel against the giant Oomly, and he also dove into the melee amongst the infantry from time to time, to relieve the pressure from his men.

Oomly took a step forward, standing over the fallen Firyr. For such a giant man, he had quite the baby face. Even with those wrinkles on his skin, the illusion of that child-like face was not easily shattered. From the way he smiled, he seemed positively gleeful from all the bloodshed.