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Dust swung his bronze dagger at the orc. The dagger grazed the orc’s skin bouncing off. Dust swung again, this one meeting more resistance. Dust retreated, his right arm bloody and blistering. With his other hand, he wiped off his sweat from his eyebrows. He turned tail and ran from the orc leading it to the front entrance. He grabbed his wooden shield that was attached to his left arm and ripped it off, throwing it onto the ground. “If I sacrifice that, then I could... maybe…” His voice trailed off. He lost himself in his own thoughts. He snapped himself out of it after the roars of multiple orcs appeared. He waited at the entrance with the dagger in hand. The roars started growing distant. They’re not coming for me, he thought. He grabbed his hand shield and equipped it onto his left hand. He ventured deeper into the third floor of the dungeon, desperately searching for the orcs. If he couldn’t defeat one then he would have to starve. He only had enough money to feed his siblings, Rain, and Mason. A single orc would supply Dust enough money to survive the day at best.
“I’m not fleeing… they are.” He pointed at the siblings. They looked at him, eyes wide, and opened mouths.
“Head home after you slaughter every survivor. Zoe will clean up the mess.” Rik ordered as he wiped demon blood off his forehead. He wielded a chain that he wrapped around his victim to strangulate their organs to bloody pieces.
Dust swung his bronze dagger at the orc. The dagger grazed the orc’s skin bouncing off. Dust swung again, this one meeting more resistance. Dust retreated, his right arm bloody and blistering. With his other hand, he wiped off his sweat from his eyebrows. He turned tail and ran from the orc leading it to the front entrance. He grabbed his wooden shield that was attached to his left arm and ripped it off, throwing it onto the ground. “If I sacrifice that, then I could... maybe…” His voice trailed off. He lost himself in his own thoughts. He snapped himself out of it after the roars of multiple orcs appeared. He waited at the entrance with the dagger in hand. The roars started growing distant. They’re not coming for me, he thought. He grabbed his hand shield and equipped it onto his left hand. He ventured deeper into the third floor of the dungeon, desperately searching for the orcs. If he couldn’t defeat one then he would have to starve. He only had enough money to feed his siblings, Rain, and Mason. A single orc would supply Dust enough money to survive the day at best.
“I’m not fleeing… they are.” He pointed at the siblings. They looked at him, eyes wide, and opened mouths.
“Head home after you slaughter every survivor. Zoe will clean up the mess.” Rik ordered as he wiped demon blood off his forehead. He wielded a chain that he wrapped around his victim to strangulate their organs to bloody pieces.