Fallen Fate Online

"Commander!" Geir exclaimed as he ran up to Roland, "What's our plan?"

Roland frowned looking at the massive silhouette behind the pillar of fire. He clenched his hands into fists and said, "First we'll see how much stronger our opponent has become, then we'll take action. We need to learn his new abilities first, then attack after that."

"Got it!" Geir nodded seriously as he gripped his shield tightly. He didn't know what to expect from the Orc Leader, but Geir could always do his basic job of protecting.

Roland glanced at Elin and Rea, gave them the signal, and with a nod he stood next to Geir, waiting for Turgan to finish his transformation.

Zayne remained in place, motionless. From the moment the magic circle activated, he felt strange, as if they were all missing some detail, but he had no way of knowing what it was.

'Somehow I feel like I just can't have the answer... Like I'm missing some kind of knowledge...' Zayne pondered with complicated looks since his instincts told him that it wasn't that simple.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

There was a ripple through the lava lake, while the fire slowly calmed, revealing the tall silhouette of the Orc Leader who had been staring death in the face just a moment before.

Turgan's severed leg had fully recovered as well as all of his wounds. Swollen veins ran all over his body, where lava flowed, and there were bright, powerful flames on his shoulders.

"ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!" Turgan exclaimed like a real beast, shaking the space before unleashing his fists.

From the force of the blow, the lava in the lake surged upward in a powerful explosion, scattering clots of magma in all directions.

"Shit!" Geir exclaimed as one of the clots flew right at him. He jumped back, and a chunk of magma landed a meter away from him, burning through the ground.

"Well... At least now we know fire is useless against him. Good thing none of us have that ability." Roland muttered with a thoughtful look while rubbing his chin. The situation became more complicated, but he remained calm as they were still 5 vs 1.

Step. Step. Step.

Turgan paced forward, shaking the ground beneath him while lava flowed off him like regular hot water. He stepped toward his weapon, gripped it tightly, and his eyes glittered.

The cleaver was covered in a dense layer of fire, glowing red. The cleaver was ready to start melting due to too much heat, but several lava veins headed toward it and wrapped around the weapon like vines, connecting the cleaver and Turgan's hand into one.

"Rako..." Turgan exhaled a cloud of hot steam, swept his gaze across the battlefield, and his eyes fell on Zayne.

Whooooooooooooooosh.

Turgan's silhouette turned into a blur as he found himself right in front of Zayne, just in a heartbeat.

'So fast!' Zayne exclaimed inwardly, hastily putting out a block.

Clang.

The cleaver collided with the crimson blade, causing an explosion of flame as well as a shockwave that threw Zayne back a few feet.

"ARGH!!!" Zayne gasped, hitting the boulder with his back.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That hurts!" Zayne exclaimed, brushing away wisps of flame, some of which left faint burns on his hands.

Turgan chose Zayne as his target, and it seemed he wasn't going to back down until he dealt with him.

"Heh, you know, it's not the smartest decision to attack only one enemy when you have five of them." Zayne smirked, and as if hearing him Turgan stopped.

At the same moment, a crystal arrow as well as two energy projectiles went towards Turgan, crashing into his chest at great speed.

Booooooooooom.

Three shells exploded, leaving a laceration on Turgan's chest, but he didn't seem to feel any pain as all his attention was on something else.

"Raka!!!" Turgan exclaimed, bringing his cleaver down on Geir who was already behind him.

Geir was able to block the attack, but this time he also had to endure the intense heat of the flames that began to set his skin on fire, causing his face to twist in pain.

"This isn't good... Against fire, my skill isn't as effective." Geir frowned, swung his shield, throwing Turgan's arm aside, and jumped back.

Tap.

Roland appeared beside him and gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

"Commander...?" Geir was surprised that Roland decided not to attack.

"Hey, Geir, can I ask you something?" Roland muttered, watching Turgan's actions.

"Sure." Roland nodded hastily.

"Can you throw him off his feet? I'll do the rest myself. You're strong, I'm sure you can handle someone as big as the Orc Leader." Roland grew serious, staring at Geir.

"Of course! Maybe he's gotten stronger, but I'm sure I can do it again for sure!" Geir replied vigorously.

"Fine. Then get started. Once you figure it out, I'll take care of the rest." Roland nodded slightly, piercing Turgan with his gaze.

Whoooooooooooosh.

Geir immediately rushed forward. He wasn't very good at making plans himself, but he was a great performer and could do almost anything if their victory depended on it!"

"AAAAAAGGGGGGH!!!" Geir exclaimed, directing mana to his shield, and covering it with golden light.

"Raka!" Turgan raised his cleaver as he prepared to bring it down on Geir.

"Come on, I'm ready!" Geir shouted, moving forward as he gripped his shield tightly.

"Rako!" Turgan swung his cleaver, eager to finally destroy Geir's shield.

"Hah... You're pretty stupid after all, aren't you?" Geir smirked, changed his direction abruptly, and covered several meters in one dash.

Crackle.

At the same moment, the cleaver reached the ground, causing pillars of fire with lava clots that literally destroyed everything at the point of impact.

"Oh... That was actually dangerous, good thing I'm not a bull that only runs in a straight line." Geir muttered with a slight shock on his face before stepping forward.

His shield collapsed on Turgan, sideways, causing the huge monster to lose its balance.

"Rafa!" Turgan stomped his foot, not letting himself be so easily confronted, and quickly swung in for his next attack.

Whooooooooooooosh.

Suddenly, a crystal arrow plunged straight into his eye and exploded, scattering many sharp splinters aside.

"ARGHHHHH!!!" Turgan cried out in terrible pain, holding his hand to the open wound.

"Elin! Well done!" Geir smiled broadly as he stepped forward and made a sharp thrust with his shield.

All factors were enough for Turgan to finally fall to the ground, he just couldn't stand on his feet anymore.

Geir immediately jumped back, he didn't know what Roland had planned, but his task was done, so the commander had to do the rest.

"ROFO!!!" Turgan roared furiously trying to get up. He leaned his hand on the ground and looked fiercely at Geir, who was to blame for him losing his eye.

Whoooooooooooooooosh.

A wind current whipped in front of Turgan's face, then dozens of cuts opened on his chest, blood gushing from them. Turgan's gaze shifted to his left as his pupil narrowed at the sight of his arm flying away and the bloody blade of the long sword.

Turgan just couldn't believe what was happening. He got much stronger, but he still lost his limb again even faster than the last time.