You sense a strike coming from behind. Instead of facing the strike, you trust your instincts, and sidestep just a little, while holding open your pockets. A war hammer comes barreling through the air, and the head gets wedged into your pocket. As soon as the head went into your pocket, it lost all of it's mass, and the remaining shaft was as light as a feather to the orc who wielded it. The sudden change in weight threw him off balance, and you are able to wrest the shaft out of his hands. The remainder of the war hammer disappears into your infinite pocket. The only orc to notice this witchcraft was the one who struck at you, as the others were too busy striking you as well. Two more strikes came in simultaneously, and you pocket those weapons as well, one in each pocket. Still, only the ones who mysteriously lost their weapons noticed the anomaly. That changed when the rock-wielding orc struck again. He tried his crushing maneuver with slamming his two blocks together, but this time, you trusted in your pockets, and sure enough, the rocks disappeared into the void just like the rest. You have no idea how that worked, given that every face of the stone was bigger than the diameter of your pockets, but you decided not to question it. At this point, the orcs noticed that multi-ton rocks had somehow vanished into thin air, and began to murmur to themselves. You remember from legends that orcs did not believe in magic, and they attributed every act of magic to be intervention from the gods. However, orcs in and of themselves had an extreme resistance to the effects of magic, so their disbelief had not caused them grief in the past. Their prayers give you a reprieve to catch your breath and plan for your next move. The remaining orcs who had weapons dropped theirs, and took off their gauntlets, revealing their long and sharp nails. They would fight you hand to hand. How could you, a frail elder, hope to compete with such brutish strength, and 6 of them nontheless!
It turns out you just do the same thing. two of the orcs charge at you to immobilize you, but you make sure that your pockets touch some part of their body, and gravity somehow sucks them into your pockets, into the void where all the other items went. Two down, four to go. The others saw the failed attack of the last two orcs, and the injured one tells the others, "Do not let his trousers touch you. They have been cursed by Shaloram!" (Shaloram was the orcish god of suffering and death) They all approach you much more cautiously, staying out of reach of your pants. One grabs your neck and starts to choke you. Another gives you a nasty scratch across the chest, their extremely long reach kept you from retaliating. The air was escaping your body. You would need to act fast, before your passed out...
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Topic: You Can't Die: A Humble Hero (community story) (Read 10674 times)