"Aaaaaa, welcome Prince" Reigner said in an unusually amused tone "I trust you slept well?"

"I did not!" Leinhart spat "Quite frankly I don't think the dungeons make an appropriate bedroom, your highness!"

Hexter really was the hell the name implied, but the Orc's seemed to love it. This palace of Reigners seemed to be the one building fit for habitation. They had met in the entrance hall, at the bottom of the stairs carpeted in royal red. Or blood red. Leinhart could not be sure. For such extremes, they were too similar.

"Quite frankly, Prince, I don't CARE what you think" Reigner grunted "I care only that you are rested and ready to fight soon. I have an important mission, and my one operative may need support"

This was too much, Leinhart exploded

"SUPPORT? I'M A DAMNED COMMANDER! I LED VELLOND!" Leinhart paused and drew his thing, black sword. Having been serviced by the Orc's, it was sharp again and no longer bloodstained. Leinhart raised it in his right hand, pointing menacingly at the Immortal "IMMORTALITY WILL NOT SAVE YOU FROM THE HELL I'LL SUBJECT YOU TOO"

Reigner remained silent. The Half vampire couldn't tell weather the Lord was taken aback, or amused. You couldn't read a faceless foe, and that WAS now how Leinhart saw Reigner. A foe. One to be disposed of.

The Heavy oak doors swung open and Three Orcs armed with axes twice their gigantic size entered, making a dash at the prince. Leinhart forced his blade away from Reigner and prepared to fight, but they stopped in mid stride, with a dismissing wave of their Lords hand.

Reigner was almost twice as tall as Leinhart, and when he drew his own giant blade, Leinhart realised what he was doing. Aside from the obvious advantage Reigner had as a taller, stronger, better armed foe, he also happened to be immortal….

…fuck

Reigner dashed forwards and forced his blade high into the air, bringing it down on the prince with an incredible force backed up by the sheer speed of the movement. Leinhart managed to block with his own blade, but the power snapped it in half, Reigners sword narrowly avoiding Leinhart

As the pieces fell to the floor, Leinhart leapt backwards, his arms raised, for all the good they would do. To his surprise the immortal pushed his own weapon into the floor, standing it there.

"You see, Vampire?" he spoke coldly "If you value your life you do not oppose me"

The Orcs simply stood silently, watching the scene. Those massive hogs must see fighting a lot in this joke of a nation, yet to see their Lord fight must have been an occurrence of a lifetime.

Leinhart dropped to his knees and grabbed at the shattered pieces of his Sword. He had never named it, as most wielders did, but it was important to him none the less. Leinhart had never handled another blade.

"We'll reforge it" Reigners voice boomed "Now return to the dungeon, and sleep. Tomorrow, we will restart, and you can do things PROPERLY this time"

Leinhart didn't reply. He heard the creak of the massive front doors, and many footsteps. As they crashed shut he felt more alone than ever.