(AN: Hi guys, really sorry about delaying the story for two months but in December I went through a loss in my family and in January I was on vacation but I'm still dedicated to finishing this story and giving it my full attention. Again, I apologize for the delay and would like to say that this story is still in progress and not dead.)

Talion had spilt more than his fair share of blood during his lifetime, but the ferocity and ruthlessness displayed by this man made him sick to his stomach. As ranger and wraith observed from a distance, the orcs could only shout in pain as they futilely attempted to kill the mysterious man. As he held one uruk with his left hand and snapped his neck with a flick of his wrist, another defender stabbed him through the back with his pike. The reaction was nothing short of astounding as he appeared to ignore the pain, slowly turn his head to face the attacker and cleave him in half with a single slash of his weapon, removing the pike from his abdomen a second later. Ever since his previous death at the hands of this man, the rain had not let up and continued drenching the ground.

Then came the voice, one Talion recognized all too well. That of Mormog Ranger-Killer, a vicious marksman who'd earned the title after defeating Talion three times.

"Someone's been tearing through my boys!" He declared. "You better watch out, Tark! I'm coming for you!" His voice echoed out through the Nurnen Fishery.

"How can a single man cause so much bloodshed?" Talion questioned his wraith compatriot.

Celebrimbor phased next to him and merely shook his head. "It is beyond even my knowledge." The wraith stated. But he couldn't help but shake the feeling that there was much more to this man than himself or Talion could see. Celebrimbor shook his head and turned to his ranger compatriot. "It matters not, the warchief will soon finish him. If even we couldn't kill him, he has no chance."

Talion gave a light chuckle and turned back to the action. The man had seen Ranger-Killer approaching with his two defender bodyguards in tow and began marching forth. The orc cocked his head when he realized that the approaching human was not his nemesis, but desired to kill him nonetheless. Giving a small nod to his bodyguards, they raised their shields and moved in front of him, slowly moving forth as they did so. Mormog loaded a bolt into his crossbow and fired directly at the masked man's skull, sure to end him. However, when the bolt was a mere foot away from his face, the man raised his arm to shield against the attack and even as the projectile protruded through his left forearm, the event was ignored by him, but stunned every observer including the Bright Lord.

At this point, Mormog began panicking and his hands began to shake as he fired three more bolts in quick succession at the intruder, this time into his chest but even though they all struck true, the man's movement was unhindered as he kicked one bodyguard's metal shield hard enough that it sent the uruk flying twenty feet backwards into a wooden pylon, the force of the impact shattering his unprotected skull while the other attempted to stab the man, only for him to grab the blade of his pike, rip it from his grasp and use it to sever his shield arm before plunging the blade into his throat, leaving him coughing up black blood while simultaneously gasping for air.

Talion and Celebrimbor's eyes went wide at the display of physical prowess before them. The bodyguards were the whole reason that they were unable to get close to Mormog in the first place while the warchief himself fired volleys of bolts from behind the safety of their shields. But yet this man had just single-handedly taken care of them both within less than ten seconds. Mormog went into a panicked frenzy and stumbled backwards as his assailant proceeded forth, but the uruk tripped over a rock and landed on his back.

"P-please! J-just let me live and I swear I'll fight for you!" He begged. Suddenly, the man stopped his advance and dropped his weapon, allowing the blade to sink into the mud. His masked head turned slightly to the right, as if looking to someone who was behind him. He then gave an almost unperceivable nod and tightly grabbed Mormog around the neck, lifting him high above the ground.

The following show of brutality caused both ranger and wraith to gag. The last thing that Mormog heard before his death was an echoing whisper than sent a chill to his very soul. Still dangling above the ground, his assailant delved his free right hand into his chest, feeling the appendage scrape against his intestines and rib cage until he felt the man-terror latch onto his spine and rip it from the uruk's body. Death was immediate of course but that didn't appear to be enough for this monster as he used the spine and attached skull to literally beat the corpse into a bloody pulp. Once finished, he gazed at the skull and crushed the bone and brain matter with a single hand. He then looked to the bolts protruding from his body and tore them out one by one, unfazed by any pain that would've caused any normal man to faint. Retrieving his weapon, he then made his way back down the stone path towards the southernmost uruk outpost as another whisper moved across the air, accompanied by only the drops of rain.

Talion and Celebrimbor were very careful not to make a sound as who or whatever this thing was passed by. Once they were satisfied it was safe, Talion was the first to speak. "That thing is not human."

"Quiet!" His wraith compatriot urged as he crouched in the mud next to the ranger. Talion obeyed and listened carefully, but could only hear the indecipherable sounds that seemed to emanate from whatever just tore through the uruk stronghold. Celebrimbor's eyebrows suddenly shot up and he let out a light gasp.

"What is it?" The former captain inquired.

"Do you recall when I said there is more to that man than meets the eye?"

"Vaguely, yes."

"He is guided by an unseen spirit that appears to be his deceased mother."

Talion had to shake his head to make sure he heard his Elven friend correctly. "How do you know this?"

"Could you not hear her voice, Talion?" A quick shake of his head gave him a reply. "No matter, before he eliminated the warchief, she said: 'He will only kill more little ones like you, do you want that to happen?'"

"The whispers." Talion muttered. "And when he left?"

"She said: 'Good job, Jason. Now be a darling and find the one who let his own little boy die and kill him for mother.'"

Silence then followed. Five minutes went by before Talion spoke. "So his name is Jason?" A nod from the wraith gave him confirmation. "We're going to need a force twice as large as the one we used to siege The Tower's fortress in order to strike him down."

"Agreed. Shall we go to Udun and recruit the warchiefs there before returning to conscript the remaining warchiefs here?" The Ring-smith asked.

"To Udun then."