CHAPTER 3 IS UP!
WARNING: Intense graphic violence in this chapter.
Kratos found himself standing in the middle of a battlefield, the grass stained red and … black? Kratos looked up and focused his eyes on a vast, seemingly endless stretch of monstrous, man-sized creatures glaring at him.
"Who are you, foul beasts?!" Kratos roared, not at all daunted by the newfound menace.
"We are the fighting Orcs. We serve and only serve the Dark Lord Sauron of Mordor. And we will destroy you, worthless human!"
Kratos threw back his head and laughed mirthlessly. "Human? You ignorant fiends, you know nothing! You face Kratos, the Almighty God of War!"
Then, quicker than lightning, he hurled the Blades of Exile forward, where the Blades, shooting out by the ends of their chains, anchored themselves deep in the nearest Orc. Kratos pulled back, and dragged the screeching creature towards him in a flash before, in one swift, fluid motion pulled out the Blades and decapitated it. With a mere thought of his mind, the Blades immediately extended into metre-long, curved killing machines.
Whirling the Blades of Exile in a dizzying frenzy around his head, Kratos lunged at the Orcs with a deafening roar. He drove the Blades of Exile right through the torsos of a pair of Orcs before wrenching them out savagely, ripping out bits of BLACK flesh as he did so. The Orcs didn't have time to squeal before Kratos violently sliced their heads clean off.
Kratos then spun the Blades at a dizzying speed, creating a slashing cyclone that cut down the many Orcs that attempted to surround and overwhelm him. The chains of the Blades retracted, and Kratos turned to face a number of particularly large and black Uruks that attempted to assault him from behind. Charging, Kratos's Blades shot out by their chains and with enough force to cut even Hercules open, Kratos slammed the Blades right down onto the hapless Uruks, leaving behind a black, bloody mess of limbs, torsos and strewn innards with flames consuming them.
Not giving the Orcs any opportunity to regroup, Kratos went on a savage assault, impaling, skewering, disemboweling and cleaving his way through the hapless Orcs who could do practically nothing to repel his relentless attacks. Unleashing the Fire of Ares, Kratos pushed out with his hands that released a devastating torrent of flames that engulfed and incinerated dozens of foes.
Kratos mercilessly tore open another particularly large Uruk open with the Blades of Exile. Orcs and Uruk-Khai alike lay dead at his feet by the thousands. Deciding that it would be better to use his pair of Divine Adamantine Swords, for the sake of greater mobility and precision, Kratos unleashed his Divine Swords with a another simple thought. A Uruk-Khai lunged, scimitar at the ready, but Kratos, too fast for it, sidestepped and clove its head neatly in two. Turning he drove the Swords through another pair of Uruks, impaling them before slicing them into two through the torso upwards. He flipped an Orc over and drove a Sword down on him, before skewering another behind him without looking back.
Kratos then begin to spin his body around with such speed it was a blur, his Divine Adamantine Swords also becoming a blur as he spun like a cyclone. Orcs and Uruks alike squealed in agony as the whirling Divine Swords cut them into ribbons like spinning helicopter blades. Kratos then halted, and lifting his hands towards the sky, the Divine Swords vanished and a gigantic, 10-foot mystical Sword of pure energy materialized in his hands. Leaping into the air, Kratos brought the Sword down on a column of Uruks, neatly cleaving them completely in two.
Bolg, renowned Orc Warchief and spawn of Azog the Defiler, had just clobbered an enemy Elf with his massive war club when he witnessed the carnage that Kratos had left in his wake. His eyes widened in disbelief as they followed the trail of mutilated corpses to the Ghost of Sparta himself, who was preoccupied with literally, making mincemeat out of the pitiful Orcs using his Divine Adamantine Swords. Snarling, Bolg raised his war club and charged Kratos.
Kratos turned to face Bolg just as the huge, scarred Orc brought his club down on Kratos. But it never made contact. Bolg was stupefied to see that Kratos had caught the weapon in his mighty grip. Before Bolg could react, Kratos punched Bolg in his jaws, causing him to fall and knocking out a good number of his teeth. Kratos then unleashed the Nemean Cestus and leapt into the air, bringing one of the gauntlets down onto Bolg's head. Bolg didn't have time to scream when his head was split like a watermelon, leaving a mess of black blood, bone fragments and a flat, rubbery mass on the ground that used to be his brain.
The Orcs and Uruk-Khai watched on in terror. That man had slain their fearsome Warchief Bolg almost effortlessly. Kratos was breathing heavily after his fresh Lieutenant Kill, when he turned and saw the remainder of the Orcs. Drawing the Blades of Exile, he roared and charged.
