Fenric rolled aside, feeling the wind pressure blast past him. The ground where he'd been standing exploded upward, dirt spraying like shrapnel.
He skidded to his feet.
Shoot while it recovers!
Fenric loosed the arrow.
It streaked forward—
—struck the Orc's shoulder—
—pierced the skin—
But only a little.
The Orc roared, more angry than hurt.
Seraphina called out sharply:
"Good shot, but aim for the weak points! Joints, throat, or the water sacs behind the collarbone! Bluewater Orcs store mana there!"
Fenric nodded quickly.
"Got it!"
The Orc barrelled toward him again.
Fenric ran, weaving between trees, staying just far enough away that the Orc couldn't reach him—but close enough to keep it focused.
His breath was heavy. His hands trembled.
I can't outrun it forever… I need to finish this.
The Orc leapt toward him with surprising agility.
Fenric twisted, sliding under a fallen branch, and spun around—drawing another arrow.
He fired.
This one hit home.
