"Raaagh!"
"Rrragh!"
Both of the orcs attempted to smash the bearded adventurer with their clubs, though only managing to smash the rocky flooring and walls as Julius swiftly evaded their predictable attacks.
The Mountain God Style allowed for strikes that surpassed simple, superficial blows, allowing for Julius to stomp down as he cleaved a perfect, downward strike, splitting the orc in half from the top of its head.
"Ravine Separation."
"Hyraaaah!"
–The other orc was slammed against the wall by Everett, causing the cave to briefly rumble before its head was crushed against the rock.
"Hey! That one was mine!" Julius claimed.
"Didn't see yer name on it," Everett chuckled.
Emilio couldn't help but laugh, leading the way again, "Come on. Pretty sure Mother already began cooking before we left–don't wanna come back to cold plates, right?"
"True enough," Julius scratched his beard.
Everett patted his gauntlet against his stomach, "Treyna's home meals are ta' die for."