A MacDirk Warrior swings for the head of his Grut enemy, only to have his blade deflected by the orc's armored forearm. Another swing converges with the Grut's shoulder. The MacDirk's blade is stuck, wedged between two plates of bronze armor. Never had Liam MacDirk faced off against such a well-trained warrior. The Gruts fight in numbers; that is their strength. And yet this one orc soldier has just felled three of Liam's comrades, and Liam was poised to be next.