4. He sidestepped the massive axe of the Orc Chieftain. CRASH! The beast was fast for its size, but Buja was faster. He’d dodged by a hair’s breadth—his favorite margin for evasion—and it created the opening he needed. STAB! He didn’t go for the neck. While the neck and heart were weak points, the chieftain’s tough hide and the stat penalties of the Epic dungeon meant even his high-attack dagger couldn’t deliver a one-hit kill. It wasn’t a problem. A large target had plenty of other vulnerabilities. He started with the legs, systematically breaking down the creature’s defenses. The Orc Chieftain, so drunk on its own power that it hadn’t even bothered with subordinates, met a slow, miserable end.