A bright sunny sky ironically shined beautifully on a field. It could've been a perfect summer day, but the weather and the area seemed to disagree on the beauty due to what lay in the field.

Bodies. Many dead bodies littered the battlefield everywhere, many both new and old alike. The bodies of demon and beast with humans. The older ones were decomposing, the different bits of them falling apart as simple as mere patchwork. Many of them you couldn't find most of the limbs just the remaining bones, scraps of skin and bits of blobs lying about. Some of them casually piled in crude piles creating a grotesque piece of artwork. Many of the newer ones were scarier. They had life in those dead eyes and limbs. Many lives cut short or lives that did not want to end.

Much of the equipment those had used were still laying about. Swords, hammers, axes, and polearms. Their wielders were all dead.

If you looked closer, the entire area had fires that lit the whole area. Black smoke from some burning bodies slowly drifted through the air going away in separate blankets in different areas of the cloudless sunny sky.

There was not a single sign of life.

A sound of a branch snapping proved there was. A huge figure emerged from the trees that were near the area. The person was an orc though he was little different than the rest.

He stood a towering seven foot with corded muscles. His skin was white as snow with it also being covered with scars, in particular, his face, across which there are two deep gashes, alongside his torso and arms On top of his head was black hair that was about waist-length. He wore dark baggy pants that were held up by a brown leather belt that covered the figure stomach. His eyes were blood red.

The figure also carried a large sword. The sword resembled a large ram dao sacrificial sword with blood coating the entire blade with a few drops spattering on the ground every few seconds. For right now he had the end of the sword stabbed into the ground with his hands resting on the top of the handle.

The figure stared at the carnage with a neutral expression. No sign of worry, regret or sorrow. Just like a statue.

"Seems we were late to the party." A deep voice spoke up from behind that was followed by laughs.

The figure grunted in annoyance but turned around.

In front of him were many orcs as well as imps. For the most part, most of the orcs were the same except for the one that was in front of them wearing a grin on his face like his comrades behind him.

He stood at eight feet tall with powerful, corded muscle. His skin was so dark like the night sky, and his ivory hair is tied back in short ponytail. His eyes were a dark yellow. One of his tusks were missing while his body was covered in scars with him just wearing a loincloth to hide what he had. In each of his hands were massive crude swords that had serrated blades to be used for sawing while also cutting.

"Why such a long face, Krognak?"

Krognak just glared at him before turning face forward.

"You're late." Was the simple answer. His voice was deep and seemed to roll like thunder.

"Yet it seemed like you taken care of it."

Krognak just continued staring forward.

"Come now no need to be a stick in the mud!" The white albino spoke while slapping one of his hands on Krognak back.

"There were more casualties since you were late, Urukubarr."

"Always so serious. You need to learn to relax!"

He didn't show it, but Karathak didn't show it, but on the inside, he was trying to keep himself from gagging in disgust. He knew exactly what he meant by relaxing. By raping and killing villagers. He had no problem killing those who could fight back, but he wasn't going to that to those who couldn't. There was no honor in it.

"Plus we brought something that might cheer you up!"

Krognak felt dread creeping up in him. He was hoping it was not what he thought it was.

"LET GO OF ME!"

Krognak could only sigh inside.

Being held was a young elf warrior. At least she looked young to him. With elves, you can never really know. He saw she has short blonde hair with long ears, light green eyes and light skin. Her outfit was black that covered her entire body but her arms. There brownish boots that went up to her the upper part of her thigh while there was a brown bag to her side and she had gloves with the finger parts cut off.

Judging from her appearance, he guessed she was a scout of some sort.

He watched as one of the orcs held her close to him with one arm while the imps began grabbing at her in various places. Mostly on her ass and breasts. The orc had even started to lick the side of her face. Krognak grip tightened on his weapons as he stared.

"I SAID LET GO!" The elf shouted, and she brought her knee up that slammed against the orc dick causing his eyes to go wide while letting go of her and dropping to his knees.

No matter what race you were, a male weakness will always be that one spot.

Before the imps could react, she quickly kicked them off her or punched them. Imps, while they could easily take down a person with superior numbers, were no good if there was only four of them or less.

The elf raised her hands into a strange stance. She had her fist in front of her face with the palm facing inwards while the other was at her side in a closed fist.

"YOU BITCH!"

Urukubarr just laughed at the orc misery before turning his attention to the elf licking his teeth. "I always enjoy the feisty ones. They so much more fun to break."

The elf didn't shiver in fear which impressed Krognak. He knew, in the end, it wouldn't matter. Her fate was sealed.

"Now where we my little pretty?"

"Killing you like a stuck pig."

That insult caused all the orcs to growl in anger while the imps just chuckled.

Before any of them moved Krognak walked forward causing all the demons to look at him in wonder. Before they started smiling and cheering for him to teach her a lesson.

"Give her a weapon."

That statement caused everything to go silent.

"Why would you..."

"You wanted her to learn a lesson. Then let me beat her, so she will know who she belongs underneath."

There were a few more minutes of silence until it was broken by laughter.

"That does sound so much better!"

"As if you could beat me in a fair fight swine." The elf taunted.

"What is your name?"

"What?"

"What is your name, elf?"

"Like I would tell you pig. But I will give it to you, so you will know who sent you back to hell."

The two stared at each other ignoring the everything around them. An orc tossed a single sword in front of the elf who immediately picked it up. It was a straight edge sword.

"You killer is known as Eva." The elf answered while bringing her sword up with both hands.

Krognak glanced closer at her stance. She held her sword with both hands on the handle with her pointing the tip at him. It was a stance that was for a good balance of defense and offense. He had seen this stance so many times.

"What's the matter pig? You're frozen solid. Are you that scared of dying?"

Krognak ignored her and the jeering of the those around them. The orcs and imps all screaming for him to hurry up and beat the bitch.

The two stared at each other waiting for the other to move first. Krognak moved first charging like a bull at Eva. She rolled to the side dodging his weapons. She swung her sword at his back hoping to end it in one blow.

Krognak spun around swinging his sword from the ground upwards. The elf blocked it with her sword only to be sent flying backward a few feet in the air and landed on her back.

The cheering grew all around them.

Krognak stared at the elf and waited for her to stand back up again. He watched her slowly rise to her feet with a look of pure anger.

Blinded by rage, she rushed forward and began slashing all around at him trying to kill him. He parried the blows but was slowly being pushed back due to how fast the strikes were coming. One sword sliced across his bicep while another sliced across his chest. Luckily the wounds weren't fatal or cause for worry.

Krognak took a step back just as the elf was swinging her sword at his head. Time slowed as the blade neared him. At the last second, he was able to parry her slash. With a strong thrust, he shoved his sword through the elf chest with it going all the way up to his crossguard. Blood dripped on the ground.

The cheering had stopped.

The elf glared at Krognak with as much as hate she could. She coughed causing blood to splatter on his chest.

Krognak stared down at the elf as the life in her eyes began to fade away slowly.

"I am sorry." He whispered.

The elf glared up at him and with one last of defiance spit blood on the right side of his face and eye.

Krognak yanked his sword out causing a torrent of blood to spray out while the elf fell to the ground dead.

"Now why did you have to that!?"

"I wanted to fuck her to!"

"The bitch needed to pay more for cutting my wing off!"

Krognak just ignored them while swinging his sword to the side to flick off the blood that coated it.

"Such a shame. We could have had fun with her." Urukubarr spoke while staring at Krognak.

"She was more skilled than she looked."

Urukubarr just glared at him before snorting.

"At least we had fun with the other one."

Krognak glanced towards him.

"Other one?"

"YEA!"

"This bitch had a whole scouting party with her. Two of them were human males while the last two were females." An orc spoke while walking forward and began poking the corpse.

"You know she is dead right?"

"The body still warm."

Krognak growled though it was low.

"That was why you were late?"

"You had everything under control."

Krognak glared at him.

"Which way were they?"

"That way." One pointed north.

"Don't know why you want to know."

"They were scouts. Whose t say that there are more of them."

"I highly doubt it."

Krognak just began walking off.

"Maybe you get lucky, and that one cock sleeve will still be alive!"

'Bastards.'

He wandered down a dirt path that led to the place where the supposed scouts were. As he walked, he could listen to the wind howling kicking up dirt while also rustling the grass and trees he passed. Despite what lay behind him the melody of birds could still be heard.

Though it all seemed to stop when he came upon the sight, the orcs told him. There were four tents from the looks of it. Two of them were knocked to the ground while the other two were covered in blood. Looking closer he saw the two males or what was left of them. Their bodies ripped apart and judging from the horror and pain expressions it was slow.

It looked like they never even drew a single weapon.

Glancing off to the side he saw the last scout he. Walking over he could see the signs of the orcs causing his fists to tighten on his weapons.

It was another elf just like the other one. He could see signs of her being raped. The bite marks on her nipples and neck. The handprints from being squeezed and punched. The stains that were on her crotch and practically all over her body.

'Warriors deserve to have an honorable death. Not this.'

He squinted his eyes when he could have sworn he saw her chest rising and falling. Putting his weapons in straps that were on his back. He squatted down on one knee to look closer. He placed his hand on her stomach.

Her eyes snapped open to reveal eyes that were almost like the sky. In them, he could fear and pain. They stared into his gold eyes.

She let out a scream and tried to move away only to yell in pain. Glancing down he could that her legs that he neglected to look at were broken judging from the unnatural bend.

That still did not deter from trying to get away from him.

He knew that she wasn't going to be able to survive with those wounds. He also didn't know how damaged her mind was right now either.

She kept trying to scoot herself away from him.

It would be a mercy to kill her. She wasn't going to survive in this woods. But he didn't feel comfortable killing someone who could not fight back.

There is another village nearby. That was going to be their next target after they had regrouped and resupplied.

No.

He might as well be signing his death sentence.

She could live.

Just to die the next day and be violated again.

He couldn't decide what to do. He stared at her eyes even as she backed away. She had finally stopped due to the pain. Now she was twenty yards away from just laying there whimpering. The whole thing caused his heart to squeeze.

Even if he did help he highly doubt that the villagers would just let him walk in. Especially with a naked elf scout covered in semen and broke legs.

He finally sighed before standing to his feet.

'I am going to regret this.' He thought as he walked forwards causing the elf to scream again only to stop when he grabbed her mouth to shut her up. He stared at her eyes that had tears running down them.

He let go of her mouth and picked her up causing her to hit or bite his chest all the while he held her like a bride. He just ignored the entire time as he slowly walked towards the direction of the town where it was supposedly was located.

'Nothing can go wrong.' Krognak thought while hissing in pain when the elf bit him again.

'Nothing at all.'

Krognak hissed in pain again causing him glare down at the elf who had her teeth sunken into his chest. He could see some of his blood dripping from her mouth indicating that pierced through the skin.

"Elf."

The said elf froze and looked up but didn't release her hold.

"You do realize that I am trying to help you. So stop biting me."

The elf glared at him.

"Would you rather I leave you to my comrades?" He spoke though he said the word comrades with venom.

This time she released her bit.

"I know you are leading me there anywhere, bastard!"

"Funny. I thought your elves were all holy. Yet here you are cussing."

"More than you filth."

"This filth as you say is trying to help you."

"Just so you can have me for yourself!"

"..."

"You can't even deny it!"

"It's not honorable to do such a thing."

"Don't make me laugh! Your kind know nothing about honor! All you do is kill, rape, pillage, and burn!"

"I haven't killed you yet."

"Becuase you want to rape me!"

"Listen to me, elf. I had plenty time to do it but haven't. So why haven't I yet?"

"You want me for yourself! You want to hide me away from your comrades!"

If he could, Krognak would have...what was it called that human and elves did? Facepalm. Yes, that word.

"You annoying."

"You just a beast."

He glared down at the mare, but his eyes softened when he stared into her eyes. They often say that the eyes are the window to the soul. Despite all her bravado, he could see her fear plain as day.

He just glanced up and continued his way forward.

"You going to the village!"

'So there is a village this way after all.'

"You scouting!"

"We knew the village was there all the time," He clarified for causing her to gain a look of horror. "However, we weren't certain. Perhaps there is still time to stop this massacre from happening."

"You just going to report back to them!"

"No."

"No?"

"I will not. Plus our supplies and soldiers are exhausted from the confrontation earlier. They will become arrogant and lazy."

"Why are you telling me this?"

He didn't say a word but stopped. Both glanced forward to see the edge of a town. Glancing closer he didn't see any guards causing him to growl. Those bastards are being too relaxed.

"How do you keep your towns from suffering an attack?"

All he got was a glare.

He began moving forward while keeping an eye open for any guards that would attack him. He walked past one of the building and around the corner only to feel something bump into him.

Glancing down he saw it was a villager in the town perhaps. A small human in ragging clothing that was now rubbing his head.

"Pardon me, sir."

Krognak just stared at him while the person just stood up to dust himself off not even noticing who he had bumped into.

The fellow chuckled when he finished dusting himself. When he finally did stare at Karathak, his eyes widened way beyond what a human was capable of. In them was fear.

"DEMON!"

Soon there was the sound of yelling screaming. People knocked each other over trying to hide or get away. Most ran inside their homes closing the doors and barricading them judging from the sound of furniture being moved around.

In front of him remained that same human who was frozen in fear. Krognak grunted in annoyance as he walked forward while the human shook in fear.

Before he could react Karathak handed him the elf causing the person to fall down on his butt with the elf in his arms. The two of them stared at him. One with fear the other with a look he wasn't sure.

"Take her somewhere she can bathe and heal."

Not even bothering waiting for an answer he turned and began walking off.

"HALT DEMON!"

'Now they decide to show.'

Turning to the voice, he saw the guards. He wasn't impressed at what he saw. There were about five of them. Looking he could see that they looked like they have never seen combat. Their armor was just a piece of leather on their chests and a dull metal helmet. Each one had a small spear.

"Surrender, and you will be spared! If not be prepared to face the mighty fearsome four!"

There was silence.

"Whats wrong orc!? Did we scare you!?"

"You are all idiots," Krognak stated bluntly causing them to face fault.

"WHO YOU CALLING IDIOTS!"

"I don't know. Probably the ones who made that stupid name or the one talking to me."

That just caused them to growl.

Krognak just turned to walk away only to stop as he heard a familiar whistling sound coming through the air.

"MOVE!"

His warning was too late as an arrow slammed into the one who was talking to him. The guard stood there for a few minutes looking at the arrow that had slammed into his chest. With one last look at Krognak, he fell backward with blood coming from the wound.

'They followed me.'

Should enough he turned and saw Urukubarr with three orcs accompanied by ten imps. Each one was sporting a cruel grin.

"Look here lads! It seems our good old friend led us to another place to pillage."

"I KNEW IT WAS A TRAP!"

Krognak just stood there though his hands were squeezing his weapons that you could hear the leather almost breaking. He was hoping he could save this town for another day or least gave it more time to prepare.

"Krognak would you like the first honor?" An orc asked.

All he got back was a glare that caused him to step back in fear.

"Krognak. Would you like some leftovers?"

"YOU BASTARD!"

"It appears she still has a mouth on her. Though there are better uses for her to use it for."

The elf flinched in fear.

'What do I do?'

An orc had begun to grow impatient and started to march forward with his club in his right hand all the while grinning lecherously at the elf who tried to stand but only succeeding hurting herself.

Krognak watched the last four guards glanced at each other and nodded. With a loud war cry, they rushed forward while thrusting their spears forward.

Krognak watched the spears connected with the orc chest only for three of them to break while the fourth punctured through the tough orc skin.

"YOU BASTARDS!"

With a strong swing, he sent three of them flying backward where they slammed into a building with a sicking crack before falling down unmoving. The fourth was able to dodge it barely and was putting all his strength into thrusting his spear deeper.

The orc let out a roar of pain dropping his club and reached for the human. The human kept pushing while the hands were an inch away from his face but stopped just as his spear went through the orc back.

The two stood there for a few seconds until the orc fell forward. The guard let out a yell and tried to move only to scream in pain when his legs were crushed underneath.

"Not impressive."

"Kill him already."

Krognak stared at the young guard with a little respect. They had not cowered away from the fight despite being outnumbered. He watched as another orc walked forward wielding a massive ax about his size.

'There is no honor in killing those that can't defend themselves.'

He watched as the orc raised his ax only to stop when he felt a rock slam into his head causing him and everyone to stare at the elf who had her right hand outstretched indicting she threw the rock. The human was nowhere near her. No undoubtedly ran away.

"BITCH!"

The orc turned away from the human that was stuck and began walking towards the elf who just sat there glaring at him.

Krognak didn't know why but he walked over till he was standing by the elf causing her to turn her glare towards him. The two stared at each other.

He only broke eye contact when he heard the orc come up next to him. Glancing over he saw the orc had begun licking his lips while reaching one of his hands towards the elf who flinched slightly but kept her glare trying not to show her fear. Her eyes gave her away.

Time seemed to slow. Everything began moving slow he watched. It was wrong, but he had no choice. He could not help but want to help her but his honor to fight his comrades also conflicted with not trying to stop them from doing this.

He was brought from his thoughts when he heard a loud roar of pain with blood splashing across his face. Looking he saw the orc held his right arm that was now a stump with the rest of it on the ground.

Glancing he saw the elf had wide eyes though he didn't know why until he glanced down and saw. His body moved on its own. His sword was coated in fresh blood.

"YOU BASTARD!"

Krognak swung his sword diagonally causing it to cut across the orc neck and with one smooth slice caused his head to roll from its body.

"TRAITOR!"

"KIN SLAYER!"

Krognak didn't flinch from the worst thing a demon or orc could be called. Kin slayer. A name that is both damning while also being a death sentence. This name would scare any beast or demon to the point of soaking themselves. Yet he stood not even flinching from it. It felt right what he did.

"KILL HIM!"

Krognak stepped to the side as a club slammed into the spot where he stood. Reacting quickly he swung sword upwards causing it to slice across the orc neck. Not stopping he spun and cut the four imps that were trying to attack him from behind in half.

He quickly swung his weapon around himself cutting the imps to pieces before they could even get close to him. With the last one dead, he turned towards Urukubarr who had a massive grin showing off his massive shark-like teeth.

"I must admit. I had always wanted to kill you, runt."

Krognak didn't reply back.

"You never did fit in. You weren't fit to fight with us! You weren't even worthy of seeing our queen!"

Krognak remained silent still.

"You so-called honor?" Urukubarr turned and spit. "Give me break. There is no such thing as honor. You are just trying to delude your pathetic life."

"You would never understand."

"Humph! Never been one for words even when you about to die!?"

"Actions speak louder than words."

"Then I suggest you quit talking and fight!"

Krognak raised his weapons up just as his opponent rushed forward. Faster than an orc normally could. There was a loud sound of metal slamming against each other.

Krognak gritted his teeth when he felt as if all his bones shifted over. Bringing his sword back he swung upwards at a diagonal only for it be blocked. Before he could react, he saw his opponent reared his head back then threw it forward.

Krognak grunted in pain when he got headbutted. It caused him to stumble back a few feet which Urukubarr took advantage. Rushing forward he began swinging his swords all around.

Krognak blocked and parried the swings coming at him. He gritted his teeth whenever he blocked one the strikes.

'His blows are rattling my bones. If I stay on the defense, he will crush me!'

Krognak soon saw his opening. Raising his sword, he blocked one of the swords though he allowed the other one to slice across his face. Thrusting his sword forward he pierced right through his opponent stomach.

Urukubarr just roared in pain while swinging his sword again causing Krognak to step to the side while pulling his weapon out. Not waiting he swung his sword diagonally. The blade sliced through the orc chest.

"HOLD STILL AND DIE!"

Krognak stepped to the side to dodge an attack that would have taken his head off. He quickly retaliated by swinging his weapon that sliced into the orc chest causing more blood to spew out.

"IM NOT SO EASY TO KILL!"

Raising his weapons, Krognak blocked his opponent swords. Guessing what his opponent might do he threw a headbutt just as Urukubarr did the same. The two were pressed forehead to forehead growling at each other while pushing the weapons against each other causing a metal screeching sound. The two were snarling at each other while Krognak could feel himself being pushed back slowly with his opponent's swords coming closer to his chest.

"You should know better than to challenge me to a fight runt!" Urukubarr growled while pushing Krognak to his knees who was also doing his best to keep the sword from piercing through his chest.

"Ever since you were born you have been an insult among our kind," Urukubarr started as he began putting more force behind his swords. "Being soft! Honorable! Being a RUNT!"

Krognak began to grunt in pain when the swords began to slice into his skin. He felt his skin being ripped.

"Look where it has got you now! You will die!"

Krognak just glared up at his enemy.

"You forget one thing that I am good at that most of you are not."

"At being weak?"

"Improvising!"

Before Urukubarr could react, he saw Krognak move to the side though one of his swords sliced right across his chest. Krognak moved and grabbed his opponent hands while using his other hand to bring his sword in between his opponent's arms and with one quick slice up he severed his opponent's hands.

Urukubarr roared in pain from losing his hands. He soon howled in pain again when he felt one of his legs get sliced off causing him to fall on his back.

Krognak now stood over his enemy with his sword poised to pierce through Urukubarr neck.

"What are you waiting for runt?!"

Krognak stared down at him.

"Finish it!"

"I am not like you."

The two glared at each other.

"I knew you were a coward, brother."

Before Krognak could react, Urukubarr threw himself forwards causing the sword to pierce right through his neck. He stayed there coughing up blood and gurgling it like water. He watched as Urukubarr slowly sid off his sword until he collapsed on the ground where his life faded away.

Krognak let out a long sigh. He felt way older than he was. Hearing a commotion, he turned towards the noise. The villagers had come out of their homes and were trying to help the guard that was trapped under the dead orc body while also seeing to the elf.

'Only took a small fight for them to help.'

Before he could think more the sound of horses and clanking armor drew his attention. Turning he saw more guards only these looked better equipped and seemed to have battle experience judging from their hard facial expressions that did not give away any fear.

On their faces were glares that could kill. Glancing behind himself he saw that they had surrounded him in a circle. There was no escape from this. He saw they had began to move slowly towards him all at once.

'To attack at the same time so it will not give me a chance to fight back.'

The guards kept approaching him.

Krognak could only close his eyes in sadness while letting out a deep sigh. The world seemed to be cruel. Do a good thing, and you die.

'There's been enough death.'

The guards tensed when they saw him raise his weapon only to be surprised when he thrust it into the ground. Then to their surprise, Krognak raised his hands above his head while kneeling down on both knees. They thought that was shocking but the next two words he spoke nearly caused them to have heart attacks from surprise.

"I surrender."