Hiro Kouen drew his blade, and studied the approaching army of orcs, goblins, and ogres. They seemed fairy well organized, with melee units protecting caster shamans in the back. He noticed the lighted glow of magical shields that allowed portions of the enemy army to survive his meteor bombardment. Hiro heard the voice of another man from behind, shouting to the army as he rushed into the enemy army. Someone was giving the townspeople the last little push they needed to assist in defending of their own town. A grin appeared on Hiro's face.
Thank you, whoever the hell just stepped up to the plate there." Hiro swung his blade with both hands, carving through the first couple orcs, aided by the enchantment of holy fire he placed on his blade, allowing his sword to cut through flesh and light armor like a literal hot knife through butter. His sword carved a wake of death as he waltzed a "danse macabre" through the enemy forces. He sliced through the stomach of one orc, to plunge the blade straight into another, the fiery blade cauterizing the wounds he inflicted on his enemies instantly. He saw spells and arrows flying into the enemy forces, they had another caster on their side. The enemy shamans countercast their own spells back at the the town, and at Hiro as well. He swung his blade through the air in a horizontal slice, unleashing a sweeping wave of flame from the blade as he swung, the flames flying toward the backline, but was stopped when a group of orcs threw themselves in front of the attack, a human shield, if it were.
Hiro knelt down, and jumped high into the air, much higher than an ordinary armored individual would be able to leap. He spun about in midair, dodging blasts of fire and lightning as he flew. He swiped his hand in the direction of the enemy shamans, tossing a small crimson orb in their direction. It plunged into the ground beneath their feet, missing directly hitting any of them. However, the ground shook, a massive explosion of flames erupted from beneath them, catching a whole group of shamans. Hiro landed on the head of an oricish soldier, smashing him to the ground, presumably snapping his neck. Hiro caught a sense of magical energy approaching him. He lifted his blade with both hands and swung, the fiery sword impacting against a wall of lightning that had been flying toward him. Hiro was sent flying by the impact, landing on his feet, his boots carving grooves through the soil and grass.
There was a robed figure, an orc gripping a wooden staff. Another orc, approached Hiro, riding a huge direwolf, armored in ebony meta, gripping a large two-handed sword. He locked eyes with the armored orc, who licked his lips and charged at the Phoenix Knight. Hiro pointed the tip of his blade at the direwolf. His blade moved around as if drawing symbols in the air. Several magical circles formed in midair around the Phoenix Knight, unleashing a barrage of fiery, magical arrows at the Orc and his mount. The orc leaped off his direwolf as arrows struck the beast, setting it on fire, and raising his blade, he aimed a downward, aerial strike at the young hero. Hiro pointed a pair of fingers on one hand at the flying orc, summoning flames to his fingertips, and releasing a mighty focused, piercing beam of fire aimed straight at the orcish leader. The fiery energy struck the orc in the chest, knocking him away, through failing to completely pierce the orc's body like a skewer as Hiro had intended. Magical energies rippled from the orc's body, the armor smoldered and showed damage in the impacted spot. It seemed that the mage he was defended had enchanted the Orcish Warlord with defensive magic. It would take more than that to defeat him.
"Heh, that's a shame, I thought that'd kill you, stubborn bastard, that was a kill shot. I would've pierced your heart!" The orc roared in anger. Hiro started to aim another charged, fiery, piercing arrow of power at the orc's open maw, but flashes of magic came from above. Bolts of lightning rained down upon Hiro, creating a blinding explosion of electricity and rippling heat. When the smoke cleared, Hiro was on one knee, gripping his blade in a defensive stance. Blood stained his armor and face, and steam radiated from his body. He coughed up a cloud of smoke and smirked. The orcs gave a vicious cheer, they managed to wound their enemy. The Phoenix Knight gave a chuckle. The Orcish Warlord charged at Hiro, swinging his great sword at him. Hiro left his grip tighten on his own sword, he swung the blade, parrying his opponent's blade, the two continuing to clash, sparks flying as their blades collided again and again.
It seemed the two warriors worked their way into a stalemate. Neither of them seemed to be able to get the upper hand on the other. The Orcish Warlord seemed to be getting agitated and impatient. As if sensing the leader's agitation, the Orcish Wizard started channeling his magic into his staff, aiming the staff, trying to get a clean shot in at the young, crimson armored lad. He kept charging his spell, it was going to be a massive lightning blast that would likely cause massive damage whoever he managed to hit with it. However, Hiro was focused on sword fight with the Orcish Warlord, he did not or could not afford to break his focus on his battle with the orc. Perhaps it was tunnel vision.