"Hey, are you still alive?" Crick kicked the Orc in front of him who was at least one-third taller than himself as he pulled out his sword from his body. He was panting heavily as he shouted to his side.
"Still alive for now," Spencer answered, panting as well. "But I am not sure about later."
"I've killed four, isn't that great!?" Crick boasted merrily. "I am actually great at fighting!"
"Great at fighting my ass! I injured them. You only gave them the final hits…" Spencer did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he secretly admired his friend's tenacious life force and outstanding luck.