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Killing...
Akinos looked around to see the skies filled with smoke and fire. The smell of burning flesh was intoxicating and almost distracted from the small militia heading toward him. Akimos, or "Akimos the Hell Gazer" by his fellow orcs and the very few humans that had seen him and lived to tell about it, was very distinct looking orc. Known for having one blood red eye, instead of the usual two, that is said to be a view into Hell. His hair kept together using a skull and several leather straps, making a ponytail He is one of the few Burning Blade warriors that have chosen to go without armor or shield, instead favoring two short axes. As the small group ran at him, Akimos just waited for them.
The first couple were easy, obviously farmers and merchants, not true warriors. They thought they could fight off the horde till the alliance got there. Fools. He took one axe and brought it down on a humans head. The fact that he had a shield was of little consequence, as it was splintered and the axe went right into the skull. Then to the left a man who seemed to have some idea how to use a sword, managed to give him a deep cut on his arm, making him drop his axes. He probably would have taken his whole arm off if Akimos was human. Akimos repaid him by elbowing him in the face, grabbing his sword hand, breaking his arm, and reversing the sword into his stomach. After all was razed and the humans were either dead or retreating, Akimos let loose a victorious warcry. This world would fall to the might of the Burning Blade. As he was gathering his troops he sees a small human girl, her body aflame and her skin melting away like wax from a candle. Akimos watched in horror, wanting to do something. He looked around and saw his fellow orc just watching with grim satisfaction. NO!
Akimos was then roused from his sleep...
"You were having a nightmare" his mate had said.
He looked down at himself and saw he was covered in a cold sweat. He then felt his left shoulder, the remainder of what he has done, checking if it was still there. Yes, he thought, both relieved and lamented..
"I'm going to patrol the city" he said. But knew, she didn't believe him.
He gathered his armor, hefted his battle axe and set out to the night streets of Orgimmar. As he walked through them, he made a decision. He then left the protection of the city and into the harsh desert, thinking about only one thing. Repentance. And disappeared into the cold, unforgiving lands of Durotar.
To Be Continued...
