"You fear one orc?!" The Orc War Chieftain bellowed, facing his army.
Abaddon could understand what he said.
"Do I have your permission to kill?" He tilted his head toward Saul, who chuckled.
"By all means."
With a roar, the Orc Chieftain charged at Abaddon, who slowly walked toward him. When Abaddon was within range, the Orc War Chieftain swung his flail at him. It descended with great force but Abaddon sidestepped, then slammed his foot into the ball, which had opened a massive hole on the ground.
The moment he slammed his foot into the flail, the spikes flattened as it lurched back with great speed. The War Chieftain narrowly evaded it, his eyes wide.
"You're a disgrace to that weapon." Abaddon's voice rang. He knew of a terror. The morning star flail knight. The eclipse of death. Compared to her, this orc, this tenth strongest being, was…
Pathetic.
