Join Date: Jun 2010
Location: New England.....somewhere in that mess of awesomness!!
Estheran saw the ork boy charge him from there supposed hideout; brandishing their wicked serrated knifes and axes. Estheran drew Anduril Eth’Narsil, and started to a jog towards the enemy. As he closed, he felt the bolter rounds pass around him, one striking his helmet and blowing out the circuits. He tore it off, and sped up into a full run, jumping at the last second.
He landed behind the orks, striking the last one as it passed him, slicing its spine in half. The second one turned and put two shots past him before Estheran darted forward and easily carved off both arms. It fell spasming, screaming a curse in a guttural language as it bleed out from both arm sockets.
The last ork, however, was no fool, and slowly turned in a guard pose, both its axes wielded in a blocking cross in front of its body. “Ok greenskin, let’s dance,” Estheran said, and swung his sword in a figure-eight movement in front of him, attempting to drive his oppentnet into a more favorable position. The ork didn’t flinch, and instead roared and brought one axe down and the other down and up. “Damn you,” Estheran cursed, and moved up into a guard as he stepped back, avoiding the downward blow. Then he cut the other axe in half as it came up at his groin, taking the orks hand with it. He twirled and spun his sword, brining it down on the other axe as the ork went to another blow. He finished his a spin above his head and a downward cut, taking the beast’s head from its shoulders. The body fell with a hard thud, and Estheran beheaded the other two orks quickly before their regenerative powers could bring them back from the dead.
“Estheran here,” he transmitted,” three orks down, what do you want me to do DreamWeaver?”
"Walk Softely, and Carry a Big Gun!"