He had always been under the impression that the Orcs' greatest strength lay in their unique ritual resonance that was quite loud, dramatic, but mostly harmless. That belief had nearly made him forget just how formidable the Orcs were as fighters in their own league. He shouldn't have discounted their strength.
After all, they had earned a reputation for being the top escort/security options during the glory days of the Golden Road.
"Let's see what you have in store," Michael muttered, his eyes locked on the Orcs. His eyes gleamed faintly, showing that even his personal AI assistant was paying attention.
For the first few blows, the Orcs relied on their natural dominant physical strengths to overwhelm the demi-humans from the Montgomery side.
The Orcanines, with their larger muscle mass, overwhelmed their smaller opponent through brute strength alone. Their fighting style was simple: attack, attack, and attack.
