Just when Kilba had thought he was going to win against Baran for good, the Orc Lord executed his movement spells and bolted in another direction. The Orc Leaders that had come with him had already made their move. This escape was well coordinated.
Running after throwing a mortal combat challenge was not an Orc custom. So nobody at Kilaba's camp was prepared for such a custom-defying, abrupt activity. With blank expressions, they watched Baran and his men escape from the scene.
They didn't have to travel that far. And they were also not worried about being pursued. Because they knew what was going to happen next.
"What the… catch… fucking catch that dirty old man and his…"
Kilaba was about to complete giving orders to his men when he felt something threatening coming at him with lightning-like speed. He stopped midway through and looked up.
Throw. Swoosh Kaboom.
A flash of red lightning.
