The Great Orc - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Gunag sniffed the air. "Hunf." He snorted. "Seems the old bag got carried away again." He sighed and dropped the bear carcass he was carrying, and began jogging back to the camp.

When he reached the encampment, the great orc could do massaged his scarred brow. The entire camp had been leveled. The tents were in tatters, some of the tatters still on fire. The dirt was blackened and the grass burnt, and there was a horrible lingering smell of charred flesh. There were dozens of dead forest orcs littering the ground. At the center of all the carnage, was Grizzag, laying unconscious.

"Get up." He grunted, prodding the old orc with his boot.

She groaned and began to stir.

Gunag asked, "What happened here?"

"What happened!?" She hissed dangerously, and rose shakily to her feet with the aid of her staff. "What happened, is you brought an elf sorceress into our camp, and left her unattended!"

"I left you to guard her, didn't I?"

The crone shook her head. "I'm no match for an elf sorceress!"

"That's your fault, not mine." He pointed at her. "And for how much time you spent lecturing me on how much we need these weaklings, you were quick to kill them all for--" he looked around. "no reason. I don't even see her body."

"She got away." The crone waved a hand.

"I see that."

The crone cackled, "We're going after her!"

"Really?" Gunag sniffed. "I thought you wanted nothing to do with her?"

"No one humiliates me like that! Now that you're here, we can teach that elven bitch some manners!"

Gunag said flatly, "No need."

"What?"

The great orc repeated, "I said no need. She'll be back."

"Why would you think that?!" she snapped.

"She promised me, that her friends were coming for her. They were weak but still fighters. They will want to battle again."

"Well then I'm not going to be happy until all of them are skinned into rugs for me to walk on! No holding back this time! I want you to kill them!"

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"Are we ready?"

Garah and Iyana nodded.

"Good." Jhase inspected his sword one last time to make sure the coating wasn't too obvious. "Let's go."

The trio stepped out of the cover of the trees and onto the scorched flats of the ruined orc camp.

Gunag stood waiting for them in the middle of it all, arms crossed and axes already drawn.

The group took up a position about twenty feet away. Garah and Jhase stepped forward while Iyana began scanning the area for signs of Grizzag.

"Just you three again?" Gunag grunted. "Didn't you get enough the first time?"

"You just got a couple lucky shots was all." Garah shouted. Just looking at the orc caused his wounds to ache. "We've got you this time."

"Ha!" The great orc snorted. "You should have brought more humans with you. This won't last long."

"Let's go then." Jhase stepped forward and gripped his sword with both hands. "We won't hold back this time."

Gunag raised the ruined remains of his eyebrows to meet the monk's stare.

The two glared at each other down for two whole minutes. Jhase summonned his training to remain calm, as he stared into the merciless piggy eyes of the great orc. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his bald head.

The orc charged.

With a mighty roar, Gunag rushed forward with the force of a demon loosed from hell. His arms held out to his sides, as he blasted towards Jhase. The monk sidestepped the attack, raised his sword and drew it across Gunag's thigh. Although a steam of blood spewed from the wound, Gunag's answer was instantaneous, bringing up his arm and bludgeoning Jhase with a meaty forearm, knocking the monk to the ground.

"Move!" Garah yelled.

Jhase obeyed instantly, rolling to the side just in time to avoid one of the orc's axes splitting open his skull. The monk kicked up, onto his feet and whirled around, slashing the orc's already well scarred cheek.

He was backhanded with Gunag's heavy fist and tumbled to the ground.

Jhase wobbled a bit and stood to assume his fighting stance once more. He raised his blade to counter the next attack launched by Gunag.

A flurry of blows set the monk on the defensive. Luckily he had learned from the last battle. If he attempted to parry as Garah had, the orc would simply beat the weapon out of his hand. Instead, the monk darted back, ducking and weaving, to avoid the blows. Gunag's axe's whistled past Jhase, each strike close enough to set a breeze on the man's skin.

"Any time, Garah!" Jhase called out, contorting out of the way of another slash that could have cleaved him in two.

Garah inhaled deeply and drew his bow. He closed one eye and aimed carefully down the shaft of his arrow and let it fly.

The arrow lodged right between the orc's shoulder blades. Gunag turned, shooting Garah a look that sent a chill up the man's spine. Garah pulled back another arrow and sent it hurtling into the front of Gunag's shoulder.

"Are you so afraid?" Gunag reached up and yanked the arrow out of his arm, and tossed it to the ground. "Was this your plan? Sit at a distance and launch sticks at me?" He tore the arrow out of his back. "This is what I mean!" He looked at Iyana. "Resort to tricks when you don't have strength!?"

"Damnit!" Garah yelled, faking anger and shooting his last treated arrow into the orc's thigh. "It's not working Jhase!"

"Just draw your sword!" Jhase yelled back, his acting immaculate. "We'll have to do this the old fashion way!"

Garah tossed his bow to the side and drew his blade. "Come on ugly!" He shouted at Gunag, hoping to draw full attention. "Round two, let's go!"

Gunag launched himself at Garah, who raised his sword to block. Just as Jhase had done, when Gunag came close, Garah sidestepped and swung his blade at the orc.

But Gunag wasn't stupid. He adjusted his arm and clotheslined Garah.

"Gah!" He grunted, thrown hard on his back. "Shit." He rolled and jumped up, raising his hands before realizing the sword was no longer in them.

Gunag turned around to face him, the blade of Garah's sword lodged securely in his side. "Hmmphf." He tugged the weapon free and tossed it back. "Pick up your weapon." He spat. "Fight better!"

He waited for Garah to retrieve his sword then launched forward.

The orc screamed. "How dare you challenge me again without growing even a hair stronger!?" He swung his elbow, allowing Garah to block it with his sword, but continued with the swing, knocking the blade out of the way even as it stuck in his arm.

The counter attack sent Garah tumbling to the ground.

Gunag raged, "I have crushed armies! What are two half-broken men to me?!"

Jhase attacked form behind, and slashed Gunag across the back.

The orc turned and clobbered him over the bald head with the butt of his axe, and the monk collapsed. "I told you to bring me a challenge next time!" He kicked Jhase, sprawled next to Garah.

"Why isn't it working?" Garah hissed under his breath.

"I said it takes time!" Jhase winced, and spit blood. "We need to keep him going a little longer, and we need to keep fighting. The more he moves the faster it will spread through his muscles."

Garah shook his head, and stood up again. "You aren't such a good fight yourself!"

"What was that?" Gunag roared.

"You heard me! You think this is a fun fight for us? You aren't a warrior, you're a brick wall with axes! You aren't a good fighter, you're just a big knot of stupid and muscle! You wouldn't last three minutes in a fight with someone if you were on our level!"

"The hells are you doing!" Jhase hissed. "I said keep fighting, not convince him to murder us!"

"Too late now. Get up or get crushed."

Jhase rose to his feet and stood beside Garah, as the huge orc's rage begin to bubble over.

"Strength is all that matters!" He screamed, nearly hysteric. "I am living proof! Everything else is just a trick! You stupid weak... VERMIN could never understand that!" He struggled for words. "There is no substitute for raw power, and I'll show you before I throw your beaten corpses to the worms!!"

The orc let out an earth-shaking howl and rushed both men like a rabid animal.

Both Garah and Jhase raised their weapons and tried to hold their ground but chose, intelligently, to dodge at the last minute. Gunag dug in his heels to stop the charge, sending up a huge cloud of dusty scorched soil. He turned quickly and shot back, with shoulder ramming Jhase so hard it sent the man flying. Then lunging forward and swung his meaty green arm to toss Garah aside like a rag.

Both men rolled on the ground and groaned. They slowly stood again, and once more raised their weapons. It was just a show at this point, their legs felt jelly. Standing with weapons raised, used all the energy they had and their bodies threatened to collapse on them at any moment. They exchanged a look. This last clash would decide the battle, they couldn't get up again.

"That all you got, ugly?" Garah taunted, wavering on his feet as even the act of shouting made him dizzy. "We can do this all day!"

"Are you starting to get tired?" Jhase joined in. "You aren't hitting half as hard as you were the first time!"

Gunag's eye's bulged. He threw his axe down in front of Jhase, and laughed. "You don't even have the strength to dodge and you're trying to provoke me?!"

He grabbed the monk by the throat. "Such sad creatures."

He lumbered over to Garah, dragging Jhase behind still maintaining a tight grip on his neck. "What about you?!" Gunag threw his other axe at Garah's feet. "Is this how it will end?"

He grabbed Garah by the neck, holding both of them. "This is what weakness gets you." He hissed, and began to squeeze at both their throats. "You are nothing in the end. When all the things you thought were your strength will have left you, your bag of tricks are empty, you are left with nothing but your frustration and regret. Here at the end you should realize what your weakness truly is." His fingers began to curl tighter around both men's necks. "Now die like the weaklings you are."

Gunag's face suddenly twisted in confusion. "Wha-" His arms trembled with exertion but his fingers would not tighten further. "What's happening to me!?" He stumbled backwards, his right leg tightening half bent and toppling him to the ground. "I can't move!"

Garah and Jhase summoned very last bit of their strength to struggle free of the orc's grip as his massive body began to seize up as the paralytic poison seized his muscles.

"Ha! Took long enough!" Garah cackled in glee, then fell to his knees. He flopped backward gasping for breath and groaning in pain. "Oh gods I thought we were dead for a second there. You okay Jhase?"

"No." Jhase was sprawled face down. "I can't feel my arms."

"You did it!" Iyana ran forward and patted both men, which only irritated their fresh wounds. "Good job."

The pair just moaned in pain and exhaustion.

"Oh hush, you're both fine." She walked over to Gunag and looked him over. "How about you?"

"What?" Gunag asked with some difficulty. "What did you do to me?"

"It's a nerve agent." Jhase answered, sitting up and wincing. "It paralyzes your muscles so you can't move."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to talk." Iyana walked up and crouched in front of him.

He grunted and tried to turn his head but the neck muscles wouldn't allow him.

She crossed her arms over her knees. "Why did you save me from your men? You didn't answer before. And I want to know."

He snorted.

"You aren't going anywhere. Just tell me."

He grumbled some more.

"I can wait." Iyana glared.

"Could we hurry it up though?" Garah groaned. "I can't stand up. I'd like to get back to town and get some healing."

Gunag sighed. "Why do you care?"

"Because." Iyana looked him in the eyes. "For all your yelling and posturing, I don't think you're that bad."

"You want to talk to me... because you think I'm actually nice?"

"Yeah, in a way." Iyana made a small smile.

"Blue." Garah looked at her in confusion. "He must have hit me pretty hard because it sounds like you're talking crazy."

"Listen to your friend." Gunag huffed. "Do you know how many humans I've killed?"

"I think that has more to do with your mother than you." She saw the shocked reaction she wanted from the orc. "It seems like she's the one with the big dreams, not you." She leaned in a little closer to him. "What is it you want out of life, Gunag?"

He once more tried to turn away but found he couldn't.

"Come on, we all have things we want out of life, just tell me."

He let out a long sigh. "I used to want to be the strongest, now..." He looked down. "I want something to work for again." He sighed once more. "All I did was train and fight to be the strongest, now I am and I have nothing to do. No one can fight me, even if I don't train I stay stronger than anyone else."

"Well guess what." She chirped.

He looked back up at her. "What?"

"You still have a chance to get stronger."

"How?" The great orc asked.

Iyana laughed, stood and gestured at him. "Look at yourself. You're lost! You lost this fight. That means you still have more room to get stronger!"

He snorted. "I lost to tricks, not strength."

She bent down and knocked on his head. "Hey, dummy! Same thing." She pointed at Garah and Jhase. "These guys are nowhere near able to take you in a normal fight, but you just lost to them! Doesn't that take it's own strength?"

She knelt in front of him again. "Don't you get it? The reason tricks never beat you before is because they are strength too, and you were stronger than those tricks, but you weren't this time. There are people out there stronger than you, which means you still can get stronger too!"

Gunag's eyes widened and he looked like he was seriously processing all of this.

"Hey, Blue." Garah called. "Can you come here a second?"

"Yeah?" She walked over and knelt next to her downed companion.

Garah whispered, "Okay yeah, I just wanted to know what the hells you think you're doing! Because the way you're talking, it almost sounds like you're planning to let him walk away from here."

"What if I am?"

"We can't do that!" He hissed, and glanced to make sure Gunag didn't hear. "Big village terrorizing orcs aren't usually the things you just let walk around wherever they want!"

Iyana whispered. "You heard what I said, I think he's actually a decent person underneath all of it. It was his mother making him do all the bad stuff."

"Yeah but did you miss the part where he's an orc!? One who nearly killed me and Jhase. Twice!"

She shrugged. "You're both still alive, as far as I can see."

"I agree with Garah." Jhase whispered. "Generally you don't forgive a murderer just because he was nice enough not to murder anyone recently."

"Jhase!" She put her hands on her hips. "Listen for a minute! Think of how much good he could do! Someone thank strong can get a lot done." She glared at both of them. "And neither of you are in any condition to stop me anyway, I say he lives." Iyana stood and turned to walk back to Gunag.

Without warning, a bolt of lightning struck the half elf in the side. Iyana collapsed.

"Stupid elf!" Grizzag laughed, hobbling up to the now unconscious Iyana. "Not so tough now, are you?" She spit on her.

"And look at you!" She shuffled to Gunag, looking disgusted. "How could any son of mine let himself get beaten by humans? Stupid!" She smacked him with her walking stick. "Stand up! You still need to kill these three! Then we can go on the road again. We'll burn that town to send a message. Then we can start building an army again!" She looked down at him. "I said stand up!"

Gunag couldn't stand, even if he wanted to.

"Fine, If you're going to be lazy, I'll kill the humans, and the elf bitch." She hobbled to stand before Garah and Jhase. "So, Human filth. Which one of you do I kill first?" She raised a hand, her bony fingers crackling with electricity. "Which one of you is responsible for making such a joke out of my Gunag? I'll kill him first."

Garah and Jhase exchanged looks.

"No answer, huh?" She moved her arm so the lightning fingers were pointed at Iyana. "What if I roast the elf bitch first? Will you to talk then?"

"Don't even fucking thing about it!" Garah yelled, struggling to get to his feet but falling.

"Does that mean we have a volunteer?" The crone asked.

"Fuck you!" Garah spat, glaring up at her, trying desperately to not look as helpless as he felt. "Take that piece of wood and shove it up your wrinkled cunt you dirty old hag!"

Grizzag's lip curled and she jabbed her walking stick down on Garah's hand. He screamed.

"That's not how you talk to a lady like me." She hissed. "That settles it, I am going to kill that bitch, and I'm going to do it slowly. I'll sear the flesh from her bones while you watch and then enjoy a nice leg of roast skank while I kill the pair of you!"

She slowly moved and stood over Iyana. "Have a good view? I hope she's a screamer." Grizzag raised her hand, lighting arcing between her fingers, and began to collect the energy into a ball. She smiled evilly and began to lower her hand.

*Wump*

Grizzag's brow furrowed in confusion. She opened her mouth as if to speak but instead of words a torrent of blood burst forth and she staggered, stumbling back, twirling and finally falling. She landed in a heap of crumpled bone and black cloth. One of Gunag's axe's was lodged in her bony back.

"Be quiet for once, mother!" Gunag spat, lowering the arm that had thrown the axe.

Garah and Jhase stared at him wide eyed and found themselves painfully aware of how helpless they currently were, should the orc want to continue the fight.

Gunag however, seemed to have only regained control of his single arm, and made no effort to change positions.

"Ugh." Iyana groaned, sitting up and rubbing her head where it had hit the ground, and was now tricking a line of blood between her eyes. "What happened?" She looked down jumped back, as she made eye contract with the lifeless face of Grizzag. "Ya!" She squeaked, rolling to the side and leaping to her feet. She rose her hands defensively before realizing the orc hag was not moving. "Huh..." She looked at the axe in Grizzag's back, then turned to Gunag. "Did you...?"

He sniffed. "She was a coward. Always hid behind me and only fought the weak. I hate cowards."

Iyana whirled on her downed traveling companions. "See!? He literally just saved our lives! Going to admit I'm right now?"

Both men looked at the ground sheepishly.

"Well." Iyana stepped over the corpse of the orc hag carefully. "I would say our work is done here. You guys think you can make it back to town?"

"No." They said in unison.

"Babies." She laughed, took a step, and wobbling. "Uuuhh. I think I need a minute."

"If you need to get back to town..." Gunag said carefully. "I could carry the three of you easily, if I could move."

"Jhase?" Iyana looked down at the monk. "Anything you can do about it?"

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"Well." Garah said to himself as he flopped onto his bed. "Mark that one up as one of the last things I expected to do this week."

Everyone in the town had been taken a bit by surprise when the gigantic orc came knocking on the front gate, carrying the wounded trio. After a bit of explaining, they had tentatively opened the gate, under the condition Gunag leave his axes with the guards. Garah and Jhase were patched up by the surprisingly handy innkeeper, for the second time in twenty four hours. Iyana was able to enjoy a dressing on her head wound. Gunag had been left to sit outside, too large to fit through the doorway. Though Dorian had been generous enough to donate a keg of beer and a whole roast boar to keep the behemoth occupied.

"Garah?" Iyana inquired.

He looked up to see Iyana push through the door to his room and close it behind herself.

"Hey there, Blue. Need something?"

"Well..." She smiled seductively, and sat on the side of his bed. "I never got a chance to properly thank you for coming to save me."

Garah laughed. "That's because You were already saved before we got there."

"True." She smiled. "But it's the thought that counts. It's good to know I have people who are looking out for me, you know, watching my back."

"Well, it's quite the back to watch." Garah winked.

"Mmm." She inched a little closer. "Well then should I give you a few other parts to watch?"

He nodded. "My eyes are open and ready for whatever you have for me."

She climbed onto the bed, and straddled him. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her top and pulled the two pieces aside, exposing her breasts.

Garah felt his excitement, and tried to focus on the lovely pair of tan breasts in front of him. Though he couldn't ignore the fact she was pressing against at least six very sore spots.

"Ah!" he winced, as she leaned a little closer.

"Sorry, am I hurting you?" Iyana looked concerned.

"Yeah." He admitted sheepishly. "But it's worth it."

"Well." She said playfully. "I don't want to make any of your injuries any worse." She reached down and began to rub the crotch of his pants. "Is this okay at least?"

Garah didn't have to answer, the growing thickness beneath his trousers said it all.

Iyana smiled at him as her fingers blindly undid his pants. "Since you aren't up for a full encounter, I think I'll just have to focus all my attention on this." She pulled his shaft free with her soft hand. "And since you seemed to like these so much..." She leaned down and wrapped her breasts around his manhood. "I'll let you enjoy them a different way."

The blue haired half elf pressed her hands on either side of her generous tits, moving them up and down to stroke him with their silky smoothness.

Garah let out a grunt of pleasure and leaned back, trying to find them most comfortable position possible so he could enjoy this.

Iyana continued the work her breasts up and down, but took notice that he was still in some pain. She endeavored to distract him from the pain. The half elf bent her neck and sensually licked the tip of his cock as she continued to stroke the shaft between her breasts.

Garah let out a louder moan and began to move his hips up and down slightly, as his lovely traveling partner switched from licking, to gently sucking the tip, while pressing the underside with her tongue. For several wonderful, steamy minutes they continued. Their play ended, as Garah arched his back and released himself directly into her mouth, with a loud groan of pleasure.

Iyana swallowed the large mouthful and licked bit form her lower lip, while grinning, with eyes half-closed. "Mmm. That tastes so much better than orc, you don't even know."

They both laughed and were soon asleep, thoroughly exhausted form the events of the past day.

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Afternoon gave way to evening, when they woke. Stretching and dressing, they went to check on everyone else.

"I said it before, and I'll say it again." Dorian laughed, as they walked into the common room of the inn. "You three have the most unique way of stopping orc attacks I've ever seen. Can't argue with results though."

"Yeah." Garah scratched his head and gave an embarrassed chuckle. "This was a first for me too."

"Well results are results." The rotund innkeeper shrugged. "Old Heldrin is a bit nervous about it, but as long as the raids stop I don't think he can keep up the grumpy act." He snapped his fingers. "That reminds me, your bald friend said to meet him and the orc as soon as you two woke up. They should be out by the gate."

Garah and Iyana nodded and walked out, with Garah leaning against the half elf for support.

As promised, Jhase and Gunag were waiting for them in front of the town gates.

"Hey." Garah gave a wave. "You wanted us for something?"

Gunag nodded. "Yes. I am leaving." He looked around the town. "I have lots of learning to do about your trick strengths and I need to travel to learn them." He looked back down at the trio. "And I wanted to thank you, for being the first to ever defeat me."

"Anytime." Garah laughed nervously, putting out his hand to shake. "You're a monster of a fighter yourself."

Gunag smiled a bit and accepted the handshake. "Yes. Next time we meet I hope to be srong enough that even your tricks will not save you." He spoke with a terrifying sincerity, staring deadpan for a moment. Then he snorted a laugh and clapping Garah on the back so hard it knocked both him and Iyana off balance.

"I look forward to it, though really Jhase gets all the credit for the win, it was his plan."

"Hm." Gunag turned to the monk. "Then I respect your brain strength, bald man." He patted Jhase's shoulder with accidentally painful force. "You two are strange for humans. I hope we meet to fight again."

Iyana asked, "Did you have any place in particular you were going?"

"No." The orc shook his head. "I will walk and look."

"Well you know..." Garah said slowly. "If You don't have anywhere in particular in mind, you could always travel with us for a ways. I mean, you'd have to stick around here a couple days more until Jhase and I are back on our feet. But it might be interesting to have you around, big green. Maybe we could teach you a few of our 'tricks' and you can split off whenever you want. What do you say?"

Gunag's titanic brow furrowed for a moment before he smiled and thumped his chest. ""Why not. I will travel with you three. Stick man, bald man, and blue elf."

"Stick man?" Garah asked, a little hurt. "Why stick man?"

"Because you shot me with sticks."

"Those were arrows. And you can use are names." He pointed at himself, then Jhase, then Iyana. "Garah. Jhase. Iyana."

Gunag shook his head. "Too hard to remember. Stick man, bald man and blue elf."

Garah laughed and shook his head. "Whatever works for you, big green. Welcome aboard."

The End

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