Another flask came flying through the air and struck the orc across the back.
The glass shattered on impact, sending more of the corrosive liquid across its body.
The orc let out another agonized scream, its movements becoming even more frantic as it stumbled around, desperately trying to escape the burning sensation spreading across its skin.
Locke, having seen just how effective the liquid inside the flasks was, quickly grabbed one from Talia and threw it at the orc as well.
Unfortunately, his aim wasn't nearly as good as Flogga's.
The flask flew past the orc and shattered against the ground, its contents spilling uselessly across the dirt. The orc had been moving back and forth in its agony, making it difficult for Locke to predict where it would be from one moment to the next.
Flogga noticed what he had done and slowly turned toward him.
She gave him a sharp glare.
Locke immediately understood.
He awkwardly lowered his head and retreated farther into the workshop.
