Pryion was dueling with the evolved Orc; from the looks of things, the monster wanted to pin down the knight and wanted to make sure that he was going to kill him.
"You seemed to have lost your senses while you were gathering power to make sure that you would kill me."
The knight mocked as he evaded all the Orcs' attacks, but he didn't unsheathe Isakador. He was fighting the beast like he had no interest in wasting time.
It was like a child playing tag with a champion athlete, and Pryion was not even trying to fight back.
"Fight me!"
The Orc roared, it was waving the club, missing every time he tried to hit Pryion.
The knight kicked the Orc on his chest, sending it crashing into the other orcs, and they were taken down in an instant.
"You're taking the fun out of the fight, I thought you said they chose you?"
Pryion was walking towards the Orc as he looked at the others, and each Orc he set his eyes on erupted into flames.
