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Bet you thought I'd say something funny, huh?
Here's the next installment of The Legend of Uzumaki Naruto!
Rend Blackhand was changing.
His mind, while never entirely stable, had once been able to hold a sense of self-worth.
Of pride.
He had always, since he had been a young orcling watching his father go about his business as Warchief of the Horde, believed that orcs were the strongest. There was never anyone to say otherwise. Even after his father had perished, overthrown by the vile traitor Orgrim Doomhammer, and Rend had gone on to lead the Blackrock clan with his brother Maim, there was no doubt in his mind that nothing could defeat the Orcish race. It was this belief in his own natural strength that had led him to declare such a war on Thrall in the first place.
Thrall was perverting the strength of the orcs. No…not perverting, but lessening, and crippling even. Orcs had always fought, always conquered. They had done it ever since they had formed the Horde in the now inaccessible world from which they had come from, a place called Draenor. But Thrall didn't do that. He fought, yes, and though he was loathed to admit it, he fought well. But for him, fighting was only a means to an end; a way of achieving peace for his people, so that they could live out their lives in happiness, without fear of death.
Fear of death.
He would generally laugh at such a phrase. What fear could be derived from death? It was merely a process of life, which everyone had to go through. But for orcs, it was also a way of measurement. How an orc died was almost as important as how he lived. If he died old, sickly, in his bed surrounded by those he had known in life, it was disgusting, shameful, in Rend's eyes. An orc who died in captivity, under torture, was no better; for even if he did not break, and died keeping whatever information that he withheld from his captors, he still had managed to get caught, and had not fought hard enough to die, even if it was from sheer exhaustion.
No…there was only one way that an orc could die honorably.
Battle.
To fight and to die in battle was an orc's greatest desire. That is not to say that they willingly seek death; no, they fight as hard as they can, staving it off until they can fight no more, and it is only then that they embrace her, lovely Death, covered in the blood of their enemies as well as their own, and their minds still clouded by the wonderful haze of bloodlust. It did not matter how one died, as long as they died in this fashion. They could be impaled upon spears, have their brains crushed by hammers, stabbed by swords and daggers, pierced by arrows or bullets, burnt by fire, frozen by ice, shocked by lightning, swallowed by the earth, ripped in half by a fearsome giant, or devoured by a dragon and still, if they fought to their last breath, it would be enough in Rend's eyes to consider them a true orc.
That was his belief.
No matter what power you accepted: whether it be the tainted power of the Burning Legion and its terrible leader, Kil'jaeden, or stolen techniques from another, it did not matter. He had heard the term for what he was…a Fel orc, one who had tainted their own noble blood with that of a demon's. He scoffed at the name. He was an orc; no matter what power he used or was bequeathed, as long as he followed that doctrine– fight and fight and fight until fighting is no longer possible, and then die at the hands of the enemy, then he was still an orc. A true orc.
Even as the change began, and the hate and fury that had been raging within him, far stronger than any storm, clouding his thoughts memories, this belief still remained. It had become rooted so deeply within his mind, never far from his thoughts, that even as all excess thoughts were stripped away, he clung to this belief; it became his sole reason for existing, suddenly, as the power given him to that man…the man who had given him Gyth, consumed him, changed him.
His thoughts of taking over Orgrimmar vanished, his thoughts of being Warchief along with them.
All that remained was the desire to fight.
The desire to win or lose had gone, too. He would simply fight. Fight until he died.
As Rend's mind was dominated by this idea, his body was changing under the horrified scrutiny of his enemies. It grew larger, his muscles swelling and distorting in such a fashion that it was truly sickening to behold. His arms grew longer, almost ape-like, and bulged with immense muscles, as his chest and shoulders sculpted themselves into massive mounds of dark green flesh. His legs muscles grew far less, but there was still a change to them. In a loud series of snaps, as the bones rearranged themselves, his ankles and feet became jointed like a bird's; bending back slightly and he rose up onto the balls of his feet.
When this was finished, dark scales began to sprout, erupting from his skin and overlapping with the ones behind and adjacent so quickly that his entire, huge body was covered with them, save for a few patches that ran along his spine, in only a few seconds. They were small, and conformed completely to his new muscular body, almost as if they were now his skin. They were a deep, void-like black, tinged only slightly with green.
Then, from a larger spot on his lower back that hadn't been covered, Rend's flesh began to distort, growing outwards as if something was going to rip through from within. And that something it would seem, as the flesh broke and a long spike of jointed bone sprouted out, growing out behind him in only a few seconds to a length of about five feet, was a tail. As soon as it had reached its desired length, muscle, blood vessels, flesh and finally scales grew upon it, and it began to swing back and forth, twitching slightly as the changes upon its owner finalized. From the other holes upon his back, long, bony spikes shot out, forming a line up the spine, and finally two large horns sprouted from just below his temples.
One of the horns snapped the leather that held the eye patch over his right eye, and the scar of the ruined sense organ was revealed. But ruined it was not, for long, as the flesh suddenly healed, and Rend Blackhand opened his right eye for the first time in years. It was a smoldering orange; the color of the eyes of the man that had given him that power.
Now his transformation was complete.
Those who had witnessed it were still in varying degrees of shock and disgust. Naruto, Rexxar, Kaine and Gen'rash did their best to conceal the sudden lance of fear that had been driven through them simultaneously as they watched Rend become the monster that stood before them. Kira and Kylia, whether it was because of their inexperience or their gender, were frozen in shock, still kneeling by the unmoving form of Thrall. Tsuwabuki, unable to show such emotion on her face, was shocked nonetheless as she moved back towards the wall, from where she had been crouching near Misha.
Kira was well aware what was happening, for it had been herself, Kylia and Gen'rash that bore witness to the transformations of the other orcs. But Rend had neither become a dragonspawn, nor one of the strange, deformed dragon-beasts that had attacked them after they had destroyed the dragonspawn. He had become something entirely different- half-orc, half-dragon, and looked even more fearsome than both. She could feel the sheer power that he was emanating; but even more frightening was the horrible killing intent that he was giving off. It paralyzed her.
No human alive could generate such a powerful wave of killing intent.
And then Rend did something that paralyzed all of them.
Rearing back, he let out a sound that no word could describe. It was not inhuman, bestial, demonic, or draconic…it was something so terribly monstrous that it seized their bodies with such shock and terror that even the battle-hardened Rexxar was rendered immobile.
But the sound didn't stop there.
It filled the Valley of Wisdom, then echoed into the Drag, traveled into the Valley of Honor, the Cleft of Shadows, the Valley of Spirits, and finally into the Valley of Strength, where every Blackrock orc, as well as every Orgrimmar orc, paused; for very different reasons, albeit.
The Blackrock orcs were suddenly filled with an intense surge of willpower. It drove their bloodlust to new heights, and it renewed their fighting spirits. They began to chant, even those who had transformed into either dragonspawn or the dragon-beasts, and the chanting, as well as the still reverberating roar from Rend, cut through the fighting spirits of the Orgrimmar orcs like a sword.
"BLACKHAND! BLACKHAND!" they cried.
Their Warchief had given them the spirit. They would win this battle. They knew it now in their hearts, and their souls. Not even the sudden appearance of the tauren or the trolls would be able to stop them.
Back in Grommash Hold, Rend's spirit-breaking roar died away, and his mismatched eyes slid to their first target.
Rexxar.
The Beastmaster suddenly felt the full force of the True Warchief's rage, and watched as the giant bent down, and then, using the strength of his powerful new legs, flew at Rexxar, letting out a an incoherent roar as he did. He shot through the air so fast that even before Rexxar could lift his axe in defense, Rend was upon him, using one, large hand to grab the axe and crush its head with apparent ease, and the other to grab Rexxar's head, before he took to the air again. He vaulted across the room, over the heads of the other fighters, and slammed Rexxar into the wall with enough force to send him halfway through it, and knock him senseless.
Releasing Rexxar's head and stepping back, Rend appeared to admire his work, but only for a second. Then, as Rexxar gathered his wits, Rend twisted his body to the side and kicked Rexxar in the chest, blasting him through the rest of the wall and out into the streets of the Valley of Wisdom. When he finally came to rest, after skidding several hundred feet away from the Hold, down the slope and coming to a rest near the edge of the road, creating several large cracks in the pavement as he traveled, the last of his strength gave out. His body was still so injured from his previous fight with Rend, and as he finally stopped, he slipped into a darkness that was as wild as he.
The others eyes' widened in shock, staring at the result of Rend's first attacks. He had just defeated perhaps their strongest warrior in only a few seconds, using barely two attacks. Was this how powerful Rend Blackhand had become?
The shock soon gave way to a boiling anger, which, though it seized all of them equally, spurred Kaine into doing something first.
"YOU BASTARD!" he roared, rushing forward. Rend, hearing the shout, began to turn around, but only made it halfway, which is when Kaine's wartotem descended upon him, striking him right on top of the skull.
The attack blasted the True Warchief into the ground, and caused the entire room to shake mightily, dislodging loose stones from the ceiling from all the fighting that had been occurring in the room. The floor around Kaine was destroyed as Rend was smacked into it, sending up a cloud of dust.
Though Rend had stopped moving, Kaine hadn't. Gripping the wartotem tightly, he settled into a batter's stance, and with another roar, swung the huge weapon around, so that it smashed into Rend's fallen form, ejecting him at an upwards angle through the wall, and outside into the dry and dusty air, as the transformed orc had done so to Rexxar just moments ago.
He flew high into the air, arcing spectacularly, before he returned to earth, creating a huge cloud of dust. He then rolled along the ground until he too stopped, resting near one of the many houses that surrounded the hill around Grommash Hold.
Kaine, breathing heavily from the effort of using so much chakra in his attacks, followed nonetheless, through the hole that Rexxar's body had made. Gen'rash quickly followed, but Naruto, who had been about to go himself, suddenly stopped and looked at Kira and Kylia.
"Kira-chan, Kylia, Tsuwabuki! You gotta stay here, okay? Guard Thrall with all you've got, cause if that freak gets past us, then you're all that stand in between him and Thrall. Got it?" he said, looking at them determinedly.
Kira nodded dumbly, and schooled her formerly shocked features into what she hoped was a reassuring look.
"We won't let you down!" she promised.
Kylia nodded in agreement, but said nothing.
Tsuwabuki said crossly, 'Don't die, I don't fancy having my partner killed only after I've just met him!'
The blonde flashed them all a grin, and hurried through the hole without a look back.
Kira watched him go, a lump in her throat. Even though she had said that…she was terrified for him…for all of them.
As Kaine emerged from Grommash Hold, he spotted his fallen opponent near a group of houses on the other side of the road from where he was standing. He also saw Rexxar, lying prone near the road at the bottom of the hill. He could just make out the rising and falling of the half-orc's chest, and was relieved that he was still alive.
But a flash of movement caught his eye, and he knew his opponent was too. Rend stood, and Kaine could see that his face was covered in dark blood, which was streaming from the huge wound on the top of his head. His chest, too, was a mess of broken scales, as well as had a lumpy, unnatural look to it. He had busted several ribs then, he thought with relish. But Rend's eyes, one a blood-red, the other a deep orange, glared at him from across the street, and as Naruto and Gen'rash emerged from the hole, something shocking began to happen.
The gushing blood suddenly stopped gushing, and the broken scales began to mend themselves, the lumpy look to his chest quickly righted itself, as well. The monster wiped the blood from his face, and then bent his knees, shooting forwards with impossible speed. It was almost as if he had flown, and not leapt.
Kaine raised the wartotem, ready to bring it crashing down as soon as Rend reached him. He did, too, but did not expect Rend to reach out and grab the huge weapon, stopping it cold before the force that Kaine had been hoping for had built up. Even so, Kaine realized that his chakra still should have traveled through and reduced the monster's arm into a pile of bloody flesh and broken bones.
But it didn't.
Instead, Rend reached forward and grabbed Kaine's neck, and in a few swift motions, ripped the wartotem from his grip and spun, hurtling the huge tauren away from him with what appeared to be as little effort as he had used to crush Rexxar's axe. Tossing the wartotem away, and leaping towards the fallen tauren before either Naruto or Golbarn could stop him, he brought his hands up and delivered an unbelievably powerful hammer blow to Kaine's back. It was only the thick layer of leather armor and the tons of powerful, toned muscle that prevented the attack from breaking his spine in half.
What it did, however, was drive Kaine into the ground, and rend him almost incapable of moving for a few seconds. He could taste blood welling up in his mouth, almost drowning him, and the pain was excruciating. He felt sick, wanting desperately to rid himself of the blood that that had flooded his mouth, but his body was entirely uncooperative at the moment.
Rend, seeing that his opponent was dead yet, brought his long, powerful arms and huge, clawed hands up again, preparing for the finishing strike.
At that moment, however, he felt dozens of sharp objects, which happened to be the remainder of Naruto's shuriken stock, sink into his back and the back of his neck, causing him to growl in pain. However, the thick scales and skin prevented the blades from entering too far into the skin, and it took but a single movement, him turning to face the new threat, to dislodge them.
But instead of being greeted with Naruto's face, he saw Gen'rash's, now only a few feet away from him, and before the monster could react, the troll witch doctor slammed the detached tusks that he clutched into Rend's fleshy, nearly hidden neck. Rend backed away, gurgling and spitting blood, unable to make any sort of roaring noise, while Gen'rash made a series of hand seals.
"Bolt Shock!" he cried in his language, thrusting his palm into Rend's face, and releasing the crackling chakra. The blood gushing from Rend's neck suddenly began to boil, and there was a flash of light and the crackling of electricity as Gen'rash sent many thousands of volts of energy into the monster's body. It was more than enough to kill a full-grown kodo, but Gen'rash was shocked when Rend didn't fall.
Instead, he wrenched the tusks from his neck, and reached out to grab the troll.
But Gen'rash, planning for this, suddenly leapt back, out of his reach, and then bent down.
It was then that Naruto, clutching an Oodama Rasengan in his hand, leapt over the troll, kicked off his back and shot forwards at the monstrous form of Rend. He vaulted over Rend's outstretched hands using his free hand, and thrust the swirling ball of demonic death into Rend's chest.
The powerful surge of chakra bored straight through the scales, tore the skin, and grinded away the bone, and flung deadly torrents of chakra into Rend's unprotected insides. He was thrown backwards, over the still prone form of Kaine, and demolished the wall of a house that they had been standing in front of as he passed through it.
Naruto was panting heavily, and though the attack had almost never failed him before, he did not get the feeling that the fight was over.
"Kaine!" he cried, looking down at the fallen tauren, who was now moving, struggling to get to his feet. "You okay?"
Instead of responding, Kaine lurched forwards and vomited a torrent of blood and phlegm onto the ground, and then began coughing heavily. He then continued, and finally succeeded, in getting to his feet, though he was looked as if he were about to fall any second.
"Eh…guess not," Naruto said, recoiling slightly at the large amount of blood that the tauren had spat up.
"B-bastard hits hard…" the tauren wheezed, wiping away some of the blood that now coated the fur around his mouth.
Gen'rash stepped forwards, producing a small vial of blue-green liquid, and handing it to the tauren. Kaine took it, frowning slightly, until he recognized the concoction.
"Heh…Troll's Blood Potion. Thanks," he said, grinning weakly at the witch doctor, who nodded solemnly, accepting his thanks. Kaine then downed the potion in a single gulp, making a face at the taste, before the effects began to take hold. The internal wounds slowly began to heal thanks to the regenerative properties of the potion, and the atrophied muscles in his back, which before were so filled with pain that it hurt to move even slightly, were flooded with relief, allowing the tauren to stand straight up, and gain a sense of stability once more.
But as Kaine recovered from his previous hit, the sound of shifting rock from behind him brought their attention back to their enemy, who had emerged from the ruined house, snarling, even though there was now a large, gushing crater in his chest, which seemed to be healing even as they watched.
"How the hell does he heal so fast…he's an orc, not a troll!" Naruto said, still staring wide-eyed at the seemingly unstoppable Warchief.
'I'M SURPRISED. HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHAT THE BEASTMASTER SAID?'
'Huh? What did he say?'
'THAT ORC HAS DEMON BLOOD FLOWING THROUGH HIS VEINS. CAN YOU NOT FEEL IT? THE DEMON THAT GAVE SUCH POWER TO HIM WAS NOT AS STRONG AS I, OR EVEN SHUKAKU. BUT NONETHELESS, IT IS ALLOWING HIM TO HEAL AT A MUCH FASTER RATE. HOWEVER IT WAS NOT THE DEMON'S POWER THAT TRANSFORMED HIM. THERE IS SOMETHING ELSE WITHIN HIM…A CHAKRA THAT I HAVE NEVER FELT BEFORE.'
That was troubling. Storing that information away for later, the blonde settled down into a fighting stance, drawing his sword as he did.
"Guys!" he said. "Remember what Rexxar said, he's got demon blood in him!"
Kaine looked briefly at him, then nodded. He turned back towards Rend, who by this point had almost completely recovered from the damage done by the Rasengan. Realizing that they'd only have a few seconds before the monster attacked, Kaine decided to act first.
He smeared some of the blood that was still wet around his mouth on his thumb, and began making a series of hand seals. He planted his palm solidly on the ground, and bellowed, "Summon: Stone Binding Totem!"
Rend, who had been preparing to perform another flying leap, was suddenly unable to move. His arms fell to his sides, each one as heavy as ten or so boulders, and even hung his head, unable to hold it up for it now weighed as much as a house.
"Take that bastard!" cheered Kaine. He then looked at Naruto, "Hit him now!"
Naruto nodded, and ran at the huge orc, his blade glinting in the light. Rend abandoned his attempts to start moving, instead bringing up one of his thick, muscled arms to shield his face, while the other reached out to grab him. Before he could grab hold of the blonde, however, Naruto vanished in a swirl of dust, reappearing so close to the orc that it was almost indecent. His Kazaashi had improved greatly since he had last truly fought with it.
Letting out a cry, Naruto thrust his sword into Rend's muscled chest, the adamantium blade pierced through the layers of natural armor that Rend now sported, and when the blade had completely sunk in, he twisted it around, and then ripped it upwards, so that it scythed through bone, muscle and flesh, exploding from Rend's right shoulder nearest to the neck. Naruto was showered in the monster's blood, and Rend roared in agony, so distracted that he did not see Gen'rash appear behind him.
Stepping out of Rend's shadow, the black tattoos that allowed him to meld into them still present on his sea-green face, Gen'rash thrust two more of his detachable tusks into the back of the Blackrock leader's neck.
Gurgling in pain, as he was unable to roar once again, Rend arched his back, before suddenly spinning, delivering a devastating strike to Gen'rash's side with his tail. The troll was flung quickly through the air, crashing solidly into the wall of a much larger house. He sunk to the ground, unconscious.
At the same time, he thrust his left arm forward, punching Naruto in the stomach before he could escape or defend. The attack knocked him off his feet and back, and he skidded along the ground until he stopped on the road.
The blonde coughed, almost losing the contents of his stomach. Pain now flooded his stomach and chest, so much that it hurt to breathe. Kaine hadn't been kidding, the bastard hit very hard!
The orc roared, and suddenly stumbled forwards, off balance for a second. Naruto suddenly saw why. The totem that Kaine had summoned had vanished, its time in the world having run out. He looked around, trying to find Kaine, but the tauren was nowhere to be seen.
"Shit!" he heard from behind him. "It ran out!"
Naruto quickly got to his feet, ignoring the throbbing pain in his torso, and turned. Kaine, who had left it up to Naruto and Gen'rash to fight, had been retrieving his weapon. It angered Naruto a little that Kaine had just abandoned them like that.
But then he realized that having the wartotem would have been a lot better than not having it.
His crazed mind finally accepting that he was now free to move again, Rend focused his mismatched, horrible eyes on the two warriors in front of him. Instead of leaping at them, however, he suddenly took a deep breath, gathering chakra into his mouth.
Naruto was suddenly reminded of Gyth, Rend's terrible mount, and how he had made the same motion before releasing one of his breath attacks. He then knew exactly what the orc was preparing to do.
"Get out of the way!" he shouted to Kaine, leaping to the side as Rend expelled a large sphere of fiery magma from his mouth. It shot as fast as a cannon ball towards the two, or rather where they had previously been, exploding upon impact with the ground, coating it in molten rock. The heat was intense, even though Naruto had managed to get as far out of the way as time had allowed him to.
Landing smoothly, Naruto looked up to see Rend shooting towards him in the same, almost graceful way that he had flown at Kaine and Rexxar. He readied an attack, holding his sword out, but stopped when he felt a huge presence behind him.
"Now you get out of the way!" Kaine thundered, his wartotem raised and ready to deliver an earth-shattering blow to the transformed orc's head.
Naruto leapt to the side, just as Rend reached him. The true Warchief then continued past, meeting Kaine as the tauren brought the massive cylinder of wood atop the orc's head.
But Rend didn't intend to get hit by the attack. Instead of grabbing the weapon as he had before, however, he simply grabbed Kaine, palming his head and then smashing it with terrific force into the ground. The tauren released his grip on the weapon, which rolled to side, and his body went limp. He would not be fighting anymore in this battle.
"Kaine!" Naruto cried, anger flooding him as he watched his friend go down. "Kage Bunshin no jutsu!" he then shouted, conjuring five clones which immediately attacked, distracting Rend from doing any more to harm the young Bloodhoof. They piled on his huge back, skewering his back with their blades, causing him to rear up in pain.
Rend then spun, attempting to throw the quintet of clones off. They held fast, however, using chakra to hold on, while they relentlessly assaulted his body, sticking the swords all the way across his back, neck and even at his head. However, because the blades were not true adamantium, but simply chakra clones of it, they were not able to pierce his thick skull.
Rend's tail then shot up, smacking away and dispelling the group, before turning back to the original opponent.
Naruto was ready for him. He leapt at the scaly beast that had once been an orc, his hands moving fast in a series of seals. He ducked down low, avoiding Rend's attempts to grab him, and jumped up so that he was eye-level with Rend. During all this, he had puffed out his chest, sucking in air and then releasing it in a surge of flame.
"Katon: Goukakyuu no jutsu!" he cried, using the technique that Sasuke had favored so. The cloud of flames was spewed across Rend's face, burning away his hair, and boiling his eyes and skin until they were sizzling and black. He then shot into the air, using an Air Grasp blast, and landed a good distance behind the orc. He turned instantly to see what Rend was doing.
He was flailing about, his face still aflame, inhaling large amounts of the fire into his lungs. However, he soon suppressed it, and eventually beat it out, before whipping around to face the blonde again, his face blackened and eaten away by the all-consuming flames. His eyes quickly regenerated, while the rest did so at a much slower pace.
But once again, Naruto was prepared.
Rend thundered forwards, growling, his ruined face even more fearsome than his whole one. Naruto made a few seals, and instantly upon finishing began gathering a Rasengan into one hand, while the other glowed with a blue-yellowish light. As Rend took a final running leap, Naruto thrust both hands forward, smacking the glowing hand onto the one that held the Rasengan.
" Tobi Rasengan! (Flying Rasengan!)" he cried. The chakra from the Tsuchidaigeki, one of Naruto's new favorite attacks, ejected the Rasengan from his palm, bursting out in a cloud of chakra, so that the Rasengan did not disperse instantly when it left the blonde's hand. It also flew with enough speed so that while it did lessen somewhat, it still struck the approaching Rend, who was all of five feet away, with immensely damaging force, erupting in a flash of blue that stopped the flying giant, cold. The swirling blast bored into Rend, stopping him in mid-air, so that he dropped to the ground and skidded back a few paces, the energy slowly dying away.
For a very brief moment, Naruto believed he'd won. Rend stood motionless, the new wound in his chest spraying fresh blood upon the ground, his two different eyes rolled up into his head. The Rasengan had traveled even further than the last one, having acted more like a bullet than the grinding weapon that it usually was. Naruto just watched him, in retrospect in a rather stupid fashion, every bone in his body praying that the orc would fall. He was paralyzed with anticipation, and though he was screaming at himself to move, he couldn't for some reason.
Not until he saw the orc fall.
But it was for naught.
Rend's hand suddenly shot out, grabbing him and pulling him close. His eyes rolled back into position, staring straight into Naruto's own shocked blue ones. And then, rearing back, he slammed his head into Naruto's, cracking the blonde's skull and nearly killing him. His body went limp, and at once, his vision went dark.
Rend dropped the limp body, and then lumbered past the blonde. He ignored the fallen warriors, even though some still displayed obvious signs of life. There was still one thing in his fractured mind that he could focus on, other than the terrible belief that he had clung to all his life.
Thrall.
Naruto's thoughts were fuzzy, and he knew that he shouldn't be down like this. He needed to get up, to defeat Rend, and to protect Kira and Kylia. But his body wouldn't move. All that he felt was pain.
'THEN LET ME HELP, BRAT,' the Kyuubi rumbled in his thoughts, so close that he could almost smell the demon's disgusting breath.
'LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF, WITH MY HELP,' the demon whispered.
Kira sat next to her best friend Kylia, and the silver fox Tsuwabuki, in front of the large, still form that was Thrall. For the past few minutes they had listened to the sounds of battle just outside, each praying that Naruto and the others would come out on top. But for some reason, Kira didn't think they would.
It was not something born from logic, or even lack of faith. Logically, with three against one, there was a much greater chance that Naruto, Kaine and Gen'rash would win. It was that simple.
She had no lack of faith in them either. For they were strong, experienced, and very tenacious. They wouldn't stop until they had breathed their last breath, and together, they would work so that none of them reached that point, and still defeat their enemy. She had faith in their abilities.
But still, she did not believe that they would win.
Her fears went much deeper. She knew the exact moment they had begun, as well. It had been Rend's horrible battle cry from before. Something, in her mind, that could create such a sound was something that would take far more to defeat than a few jutsu or weapon attacks. Rend was something that defied logic and faith.
He, in that state, had become a nightmare.
She knew somehow that she was overreacting, but it was true. She had never felt fear like she had when she had watched Rend change, going from a battle scarred orc to a hulking monster, going from something that she could explain to something that she couldn't.
So what had changed him? It was obvious that it was the same power that had changed those orcs into dragonspawn, but Rend, as she had thought before, did not look at all like a dragonspawn. But she knew that Rend had not done that to himself.
No one, no matter if they were orc, human, troll, tauren, dwarf, elf, gnome, or undead could control the power of the Dragonflights. Not unless the Dragonflights wished them to.
She shook herself. She had to focus. She looked back at Thrall, who remained as still as when she had first laid eyes on him in that state. He was so still that he looked as if he were part of the stonework. She looked at Kylia, who was watching the hole in the wall keenly for any signs of the battle. However, curiously, the sounds that had previously been raging were suddenly silent.
Could the battle be over? She thought, feeling both a growing sense of hope, as well as a growing sense of dread, wash over her. Standing up, tentatively, she positioned herself so that she could just see outside the hole. Kylia rose too, while Tsuwabuki remained where she was, sniffing the air slightly for a sign of what might be happening.
But all she could smell was blood, fire, dust, and a plethora of other smells that obscured her best sense slightly.
However, her second best sense, her ears, picked up what her nose could not.
She suddenly began growling, backing away towards the wall, causing both girls to look sharply at her. Kira's hope was suddenly dwindling, and it completely vanished when a massive form, standing in front of the large hole, all but blocked her view of the outside world. She could see two glowing, different colored eyes, could smell cooked flesh and could hear the low, fearsome snarling that was coming from the transformed Rend Blackhand.
The hulking monster stepped through the hole and into the room, his eyes instantly snapping towards them. But it was not focused directly on them, but on the fallen orc that lay behind them.
Rend's growls reached peak, and he was now all but roaring. He did not speed up, however; he simply kept walking towards them, his eyes never leaving Thrall's body.
She did not even need to think to guess his intentions. She stepped in front of Thrall's body, obscuring it slightly, and raised her hands to form a seal. Kylia quickly stood beside her, having spent the majority of the time guarding Thrall methodically removing the blades hidden within her skin. They were now out in the light, dark with blood, five in each hand.
Rend stopped as they took their positions, glancing curiously at both of them. It was as if he did not understand why they were protecting him. He then glanced at their faces, seeing the determination mixed with fear in their eyes. He knew what they intended to do.
And naturally, he would respond.
Letting out a terrible bellow, he bent his knees, preparing to attack.
Both girls braced themselves.
Suddenly, something filled the room.
Something truly awful.
It pressed on them like a cloud, darkening the room, and it was as hot and fiery as the war that they were taking part in. Kira almost gagged. Suddenly, the rage, the hate, the lust for death and battle that they had felt on the zeppelin felt like a child's temper tantrum. It made Kira weak in the knees, but it was when she saw what was creating it that she truly did fall.
Standing in the hole was Naruto.
But at the same time, it wasn't.
Opaque, boiling red chakra had covered his body, conforming to the shape of a fox. His body was hunched, his fingernails now sharp as claws, his eyes blazing red, long fangs sprouting from his mouth, the whisker marks as deep and dark as blood. Three long tails writhed behind him like snakes being charmed, and with each swish, there was a blast of hot wind, which dried Kira's mouth, as well as the tears in her eyes.
"Naruto?" she whispered, almost afraid to say her friend's name.
"KIRA-CHAN, KYLIA…GET OUT OF HERE," the blonde said. His voice no longer sounded entirely like his own. It was as if there was something else speaking the same words as he, at the same time. The voice was terrifying, and it shook her to her very soul to hear it coming from Naruto of all people.
But she didn't move. She couldn't.
Rend turned to meet Naruto's terrible crimson gaze, but did not flinch or recoil as he met the boy's eyes. The true Warchief then let out a bellow, as if challenging Naruto to defeat him.
The blonde answered it immediately.
Naruto let out a horrible scream, which at the same time was a roar. Then he was moving, attacking, not even giving Rend a chance to put up a defense. The blonde's spectral claw shot out, crashing into Rend's chest, and knocking him back a few steps. The blonde followed up by lashing out with his other claw, raking it across Rend's face, which knocked him to the side, and then slapping him to the ground with one of his long, ethereal tails.
Rend grunted, but stood, attempting to fight again, only to have Naruto continue his attack, grabbing the orc's head and dragging him across the floor, running on all fours, one hand pushing Rend's head into the floor, before smashing it into the wall.
But he didn't stop there. His tails rapped around the orc's legs, ripping him from the wall and throwing him across the entire room, where he landed hard against the opposite wall. Naruto paused, snarling as he watched Rend get to his feet again, growling in a similar fashion, and then leap at the boy.
Naruto met him in the middle of the room, extending his ghostly claw out long so that it smacked the orc in the chest, stopping him in mid-air. Naruto shot forwards again, moving faster than when he used the Kazaashi, and sunk his claws and teeth into Rend's fleshy neck, ripping away bunches of it, before plowing the orc into the ground again.
Spitting out a chunk of the orc's flesh he roared at him, "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?" He was smiling. He was enjoying it.
Rend then lashed out with a hand, grabbing the blonde's neck. The blazing crimson chakra seeped into the transformed orc's skin, burning it away, causing horrible pain to shoot through Rend's arm. He snarled, releasing the blonde, and Naruto leapt up above him, soaring up to the ceiling, then shooting down and crashing into Rend, shattering his ribs and plowing him deeper into the floor.
Kira watched in abject horror at the scene. Was this what Naruto became, when he used the power of the demon fox?
The blonde's face was a mask of pure and inhuman rage. There was nothing in their of the Naruto she knew.
Because the Naruto she knew was not there.
He was standing on a ledge.
He didn't really know where he was. He guessed it was his own mind, the place that he had traveled only once before, after Jiraiya had flung him off a cliff. But it looked different than before.
Behind him, there was a deep darkness, a nothingness, a void. But there was also a light. It was small, and very dim. So dim, in fact, that Naruto did not notice it. For he was staring in front of him, towards an abyss; but it was not an ordinary abyss. It swirled with streaks of deep crimson, and orange and white and black, mixing and flowing and flying in the most chaotic way possible. There was a terrible heat coming from the abyss, hotter than any fire on earth, the flames of hell. It was fitting then, that he was staring down at the abyss, from a top the ledge that was mentioned before.
The abyss had an emotion, too. It was anger. No, not anger. It was a much more primal, destructive emotion; something that mere anger could not match. It was an extreme, otherworldly rage. It was this rage that was creating the heat, he knew, and he knew what was creating the rage. There was only one thing in this world that could create such an intense, raw, utterly animalistic emotion.
The Kyuubi.
But there was something else in the abyss. It was something that would tempt even the most pious of saints, the wisest of men, the simplest of creatures.
It was power.
Tremendous, unlimited, raw power; just being near it sent shivers of excitement through Naruto; it made him long for it. The power beckoned to him; it was a Siren, singing the sweetest of songs to bring him closer to it, so that it might embrace, and then devour him.
And the most horrible thing was…he didn't want to resist. He wanted that power. With it, he'd be able to do whatever he wanted. He'd become Hokage, he'd fulfill Kira's dream, he'd beat the Lich King and save this world and his own. He'd get Sasuke back, he'd win Sakura's heart, he'd do all that and more. The power promised him all of that, and the pull was too strong. He couldn't resist, even if he'd wanted to.
He inched closer, looming above the swirling mass of power and rage, feeling the heat lick his body, surrounding him, almost suffocating him. He was now only one step away, one simple motion, and he'd have all the power that he needed.
He almost looked back. For, he somehow realized that if he continued, and took that final step into the pit, he'd never come back. He was only using a small fraction of his conscious mind to focus on the battle that was occurring behind him, through he light. He was only dimly aware that he had just lifted Rend and tossed him into the wall again, only dimly aware of Kira, nearly in tears as she watched the fight, and only dimly aware of the effects that the demon's chakra was having on his body. All of his focus was on this decision, this one step.
If he took it, he believed that he'd never see his friends again.
That alone was terrifying.
But the power whispered to him that wasn't true, that once he did it, he'd be able to protect his friends forever. It promised him that he'd never fail his friends, or break a promise ever again.
He lifted his foot, and held it over the edge. All he needed to do was continue with the step…
But he didn't. He didn't know why, but something was holding him back. He was convinced that he wanted this, for it was power to protect those he cared about, right?
He leaned forwards, ready to drop; ready to embrace the fury and the devil that was responsible for it.
But then, something happened.
The light behind him suddenly grew bright. So bright, in fact, that it completely filled the black void, and Naruto finally turned to look at it. His foot, still in motion, came down not onto nothingness, but solid ground. He looked and saw that the abyss was receding, and that the heat was suddenly gone, and that he could no longer feel the rage. He looked back towards the light, and then, as he came back to full awareness, standing in the middle of the throne room, only a few yards away from a badly damaged, but slowly recovering Rend Blackhand, he heard something.
It was a sound unlike any other.
No, that wasn't right. It was like one other sound he had heard, what seemed like ages ago, and had come from the monstrous orc that he was standing in front of. But the effect was entirely the opposite.
Because, in theory, it was coming from the exact opposite type of person.
Said person had risen to his feet, standing directly behind Kira, who was staring at him with shocked, teary eyes, but was smiling in relief. Kylia too stared, never having beheld such a powerful sight.
Thrall had risen.
He stood, motionless for a few short seconds, and everything was silent, the calm before the inevitable storm of his retaliation. His eyes had rolled up into his head, and his body appeared relaxed and limp. Then, all at once, his eyes snapped back to position, his fists clenched, his body tensed, and then he roared.
The sound, while as otherworldly as Rend's, had exactly the opposite effect. Where Rend's had filled their hearts with horror, with despair, Thrall's filled it with courage and hope. It flooded the room, and Naruto, who was suddenly feeling the full force of the damage he had taken, was suddenly filled with power. He suddenly felt like he could take on a hundred Rend Blackhands, and all his fears were washed away.
Kira stood, she felt strong, courageous, and no longer like the weak puppy she had been acting like. Her spirit soared, and her mind sharpened.
Kylia felt like there was nothing in the world that could keep her from protecting her mistress. She felt as strong as an ox, and as brave as one too.
Even Tsuwabuki felt the effects, and so she gave a series of yips, delighting in the new feeling of security that washed over her.
But, as Rend's had, the sound did not stop within the walls of Grommash Hold. It echoed out, filling the entire Valley of Wisdom, and then beyond.
Outside the Hold, Rexxar's eyes fluttered open, upon hearing the call of the one that he had pledged his allegiance to. Lying against the wall of a house, Gen'rash opened his eyes as well, and he looked towards Grommash Hold. Kaine lifted his head from the dirt, and managed to look up as well, the sound filling his ears and making his heart and spirit swell.
'Thrall!' they thought.
The roar traveled then, to the rest of the city. The orcs that had sworn their allegiance to Thrall suddenly stopped, as the sound reached them. The detrimental effects of Rend's demoralizing bellow suddenly vanished, and they felt strong. They felt united, as one. They began to chant, as the Blackrocks had before, their tauren and troll brethren joining in as well.
"FOR THE HORDE!"
Thrall's blessing was upon them. They could not lose now.
The Blackrock orcs had stopped as well, but for a different reason. Thrall's bellow had pierced the fogs in their minds, the haze of bloodlust and rage, and for a brief moment, even those that had become dragonspawn and dragon-beast were awoken, and they knew what they had done.
And they knew that they would lose.
And then, Thrall stopped. His electric blue eyes were now full of life, and they were focused straight on Rend, who was frozen in the same spot as before. Raising his hand into the air, Thrall summoned the Doomhammer, which came to him in an instant.
And then he attacked.
He spoke no words, or even made another sound, moving faster than the speed of the wind, and reaching the wide-eyed form of Rend Blackhand, who had yet to move.
Upon seeing Thrall raise the weapon up, readying to bring it crashing down upon him, Rend raised an arm to defend.
But it was useless.
Thrall brought the Doomhammer down, knocking Rend's arm out of the way, as well as shattering the forearm. He then brought it up again, and brought it down upon Rend's shoulder, obliterating the bones upon it, before he did it again and again and again. Each strike shattered a bone, atrophied a muscle, and weakened Rend in every possible way. He swung his hammer across, breaking Rend's jaw, then driving it into his chest, destroying his sternum, then crushed his left humerus, then shattered many ribs, and then cracked his skull.
Rend flew backwards, his body so injured that his healing abilities seemed so overtaxed that they had all but burned out, and upon landing against the wall, he glimpsed Thrall raising his hammer again, and saw chakra begin to pulse around it. Thrall walked, not ran, towards him, lifting the weapon one final time as he did.
Thrall then spoke the last word that he had heard from Rend.
"Kaenhira!"
He thrust the hammer forwards, and when it bashed into the ruined chest, it exploded in a huge plume of fire, and tore straight through Rend Blackhand. Thrall released the weapon, allowing it to continue through Rend's torso, and into the wall and finally outside. No blood gushed, for the wound had been instantly cauterized. No pain was felt, for Rend was too far gone already.
As the fiery light died away, Thrall stepped back, his eyes affixed on Rend's dying form. He slowly watched as Rend changed back, too. The scales disintegrated, his muscles deflated, the tail fell off, and the bones in his feet were rearranged until they resembled normal orc feet again. The horns turned to dust, and finally Rend Blackhand, his red, still intact left eye staring straight into Thrall's electric blue, had the answer to the question that had been the cause of this war.
Thrall was the true Warchief.
But then again, as his body finally gave out, and he greeted Death with a glorious smile on his face, he had known that even before Thrall had launched his final attack.
The Battle in the Valley of Strength was over.
The bodies of many hundreds of orcs lay about the streets, many of them from Orgrimmar, though many more of them from Blackrock Spire. There were even a few tauren scattered about, as well as a few trolls. Joining the bodies were a fair number of dragonspawn, as well as a few dragon-beasts as well.
Now, too lone figures stood at the top of the Valley, near the very entrance to the city, both covered in various wounds, blood and both watching over the battlefield with keen, experienced eyes.
The first was Cairn Bloodhoof, dressed full in leather battle armor and headdress. There were many cuts on his body, though he didn't appear to mind, which was a remarkable feat for someone so old.
The other was Vol'jin, leader of the Darkspear, Bloodscalp and Skullsplitter trolls, dressed in a battle harness, dark, baggy leather pants and shoulder pads that were cut in the symbol of the Shadowhunter. He was covered in much blood, though most of it not his own. There were no visible wounds on his body, for he was a troll.
"Ha ha ha…it seems that he has not lost his touch, eh, old friend?" said Cairn, his voice deep and thunderous, yet still light-hearted and touched with humor.
"Aye, he be de same Thrall dat I be knowin' all me life. He still got de people's faith, and de power to lead dem to victory even in such a terrible situation," the troll returned, grinning fondly as he stared at his friend's people, reveling in the taste of victory.
"Though, one must agree, that he could not have done it without us," Cairn said, chuckling.
"Dat be true."
"But perhaps, too, that young man had a hand in this victory as well. He is your brother by blood, now, isn't he?"
Vol'jin grinned. "Aye, I be feelin' dat me little bro' be partly responsible for dis as well. Der not be much happenin' around here dat he not be involved in."
Cairn chuckled. "He is a very spirited boy. I think he will go far. Perhaps this goal of his may not be as unattainable as I had originally thought."
"Aye…but he be facin' a lot more to come, and it be de hardest leg o' de journey."
"I am confident that he will get through it."
"As be I…" then, Vol'jin looked sideways, "Where be ye wartotem, I wonder? Ye never go to battle without it, I tought?"
Cairn blinked, and then laughed. "Did you not see the young one that held it, before we went in? It is better suited to be in his possession, now."
"Dat be meanin' ye just be getting' too hold to lift it, eh?"
Cairn just laughed.
The relief that the battle was finally over had settled into the two leaders so well that, even as they talked, they didn't notice the figure that stood above them, atop the battlements above the gate that lead into the city. It was a young man, dressed in blood-red robes, with long, orange hair, and emotionless reddish-brown eyes. He too was observing the aftermath of the battle, but for a very different reason. He eyes swept the entire Valley, taking note of what he had come to see, before, in a swirl of his robes, he was gone.
In the bowls of the caverns within Blackrock Spire, once bustling with activity from the orcs, and was now almost deserted, in the same desecrated throne room and upon the same desecrated throne that Rend, and his father before him, had long ago occupied, sat a man dressed in black.
He wore long, black open front robes, which covered a form-fitting suit of black armor, decorated with gray and silver designs in a way that it almost resembled a human skeleton. His face was gaunt, and he had high, cultured cheekbones, that, along with his apparent age, added a sort of regality to his form. He sported a graying beard with similarly colored hair, which flooded down to his shoulders, but most curious about his appearance were his eyes.
They smoldered a fiery, smoldering orange. It was as if they themselves held back the fires of hell, and it was impossible to hold his gaze for long, for those who did felt as if the fires within would leap out and destroy them, utterly.
But he was not alone.
For, silent as can be, the figure dressed in red, that had just been present at the battlefield that was Orgrimmar walked from the shadows, prostrating himself before the throne.
"My lord," he began. His voice was elegant, soft, his words fluid. But they possessed no feeling, not a single emotion slipped into them, and it was only because of the elegance, softness and fluidity that it could not be considered a monotone. "I have the news that you have been so waiting for."
The other man nodded calmly, his orange eyes fixed upon the man kneeling in front of him.
"Speak," he said.
"Rend Blackhand failed. Of the six thousand orcs that he took with him, only a scant few survived, and where taken prisoner. Of those who died, however, around only five hundred became Chromatic dragonspawn, and of those dragonspawn, only one hundred and fifty became Chromatic drakonids. The drakonids were flawed, as well. They were born deformed, and did not possess the intelligence that the dragonspawn and orcs did. They were weaker than the dragonspawn, when they should have been stronger."
The dark man did not speak for a moment, letting the man in red's words sink in. "Then The Test Was A Failure, It Would Seem."
The man in red said nothing, simply nodding.
"Then It Would Seem That My Chromatic Dragonflight Needs A Bit More Experimentation…No Matter. It Was But A Test, And We Learn From Tests, Do We Not, Vaelastrasz?"
The red man, Vaelastrasz, nodded, "Indeed, my lord."
The man in black then leaned forwards. "And What Of Rend Blackhand?"
Vaelastrasz, who had lingered long after the death of the false Warchief, said simply, "He is dead."
The man in black smiled. "Then The Test Was Not Without Its Benefits, Yes? He Was Useful As A Guinea Pig, But Had Long Since Outlived His Usefulness. Did He Transform, I Wonder?"
"He did," said Vaelastrasz, "the demon blood reacted with your work, and he became quite powerful. Perhaps it might be a thing to experiment with later?"
The man in black nodded, "A Fine Idea."
The red man then cleared his throat, and asked calmly. "Do you not fear retaliation, my lord? The Warchief Thrall will no doubt search for who was ultimately responsible for the attacks, as well as the transformations."
"Perhaps, But He Will Not Attack, For He Knows That In These Lands There Are More Than Just Orcs. My Chromatic Dragons, Too, Were Not Anything That He Can Trace, So Worry Not, Vaelastrasz, We Are Safe. Does That Allay Your Fears?"
Vaelastrasz nodded, but said nothing.
Then, the door behind him creaked open, and a figure moved into the room, taking quick, yet graceful steps until it reached the throne, bowing deep as well.
"Brother…" the woman said, her eyes, a deep purple, shining with nothing but love and admiration as she looked into the man in black's fiery orange globes. "It is so good to see you again…how long has it been?"
The man looked down at her, his face unreadable. "Quite Long, Sister. What Brings You Here?"
"Simply news of the state of affairs in the human capital, brother," she said.
"Ah. When Will You Get Tired Of Tormenting Humans, Sister?" he said, his voice laced with barely contained disgust. "You Have More Important Duties."
The woman was silent for a moment, before she said, her voice laden with the utmost scorn and rage. "I will never get tired, brother. I will continue until I have seen them all pay for their crimes. Forgive me, brother, but I must do this!"
The man in black didn't respond, instead getting to his feet, and walking away from the throne, towards a door on the right side of it.
"Take A Bath The Next Time You Pay A Visit, Sister. You Reek Of Human, And It Disgusts Me."
The woman lowered her head, nodding slightly, but looking almost hurt by the man's words.
"And Vaelastrasz? Lead My Sister Out, Or To Her Rooms, Or Wherever She Might Wish To Go. But I Do Not Wish To See Her In My Sight Again Today."
Vaelastrasz bowed deeply, and responded swiftly and elegantly.
"Of course…My Lord Nefarian."
Ha ha! The big baddy behind Rend's invasion, the creation of the weird Drakonids and Dragonspawn and Gyth is revealed!
Nefarian is one of my favorite villains in World of Warcraft (aside from Illidan and the Lich King, that is) and though this is only a teaser of what's to come, I have big plans for him!
He seems a little peeved at his "sister", I wonder why?
You'll find out!
Also, just for comparison, think of Rend Blackhand's transformed state as the Hulk with horns and a tail, and scaly skin. That's basically where I got the inspiration (i.e. practically completely ripped him off) for his state. Cause I love the Hulk!
Okay, next, I have to apologize for my rather rude demand for reviews last time. As one reviewer pointed out to me, it was rather unfair to request reviews after I was late on a chapter.
Sorry.
But since I wasn't late on this one, I can request it now! HAHAHA! REVIEW!
Now, reviewer answers:
Basty- That's a good idea…I'll have to consider that! As for the omake…sounds hilarious! I might have to try it!
Dom- He had one, I believe.
Akki no Tama- Hmmm…to lazy to log in, yet you give me a spectacular, and very helpful review? Well, anyways, thanks a bunch, this review was very exciting to get, because I so do love constructive reviews!
But, I have a rather basic need to defend myself, so I will do so to the best of my ability. I agree, in a way, that the fighting and story is getting slightly repetitive. I've noticed it too, but only halfway through the arcs, and by then it's hard to change what I want to happen, and have the outcome be the same. But, I think that you are vastly oversimplifying things. Sure, the story is rather linear, and rather repetitive, but that isn't to say that I don't give depth to the characters. I have, I believe, on many occasions, (this chapter included) touched on the deeper aspects of almost all my characters, and Naruto especially. Yes, I show that Naruto is very strong, and very determined, but I also show, I think, how deep his character goes, and I will continue to do so, with him and every other character. Now, as for the battle scenes, are they really that bad? I think almost all of them up on the fly, as I write, so that may be the reason why they are not as good as you might like them. And as for knowing what I'm talking about, I don't really…I just write what I think would happen, sort of like a stream of consciousness sort of thing. But let me say this: Naruto is Naruto. And thus, he fights like a berserker, doesn't use stealth, and all that. Also, he, in many cases, does exactly as I have him do. He curses out a person for being stupid or weak, the beats someone up, or beats someone up, and then curses them out, and so on and so forth. I may have taken it a little to the extreme, but I think that I have shown Naruto's character traits admirably. And while you are right that there is more to a story than just blood, battle and admiration, this story is called the "Legend" of Uzumaki Naruto, so he must be admired in some ways he is to achieve that title. He's admired quite a bit, now, by his friends in Konoha in the manga and anime, so why can't he gain admiration here, too? As for the last thing, I think that it is more of a subconscious reaction. When Naruto kills a non-human, even though he might think, under other circumstances, that they are a lot like his own kind, he still, on some level, regards them as non-human, and therefore, it has less of an impact on him.
Worry not, though, for you will enjoy the next few arcs, for they will play out quite a bit differently than the past ones.
Wow…that was an intense review…thanks a lot Akki no Tama! I do love responding to such reviews as these.
Soul Ice- Worry not! There will be plenty of things happening, most of them not fighting, in the Forsaken arc!
Hurrrr im so emo- I'd rather eat some Emos™ Brand Cereal. It's the only cereal that understands me. It comes with a free razor so that I might show you how hardcore I am.
Well, that's all.
The next few chapters…little fighting, just cooling off and a lot of emotional stuff.
Seeya!
General Grievous
Spellbook:
Tobi Rasengan (Flying Spiral Bullet)- Using a combination of the Doton: Tsuchidaigeki, and the Rasengan, Naruto fires a short-ranged, deadly bullet that can do even more damage than the traditional Rasengan, if it is at a relatively close range.
Bestiary-Rend Blackhand (True Warchief?)(Humanoid/Dragonkin)(Boss)- Leader of the Blackrock orcs, and immensely powerful opponent, Rend Blackhand seeks to attain the position that he believes is rightly his. Warchief of the Horde. He was once a Blademaster, but, in order to combat Thrall and defeat him using his own power, he learned (likely through a traitorous shaman) the skills of the Tetra-Elemental Style, which he takes to the extreme. His style is solid, and he has mastered each attack individually, but has not learned to combine them to be more effective. In addition to this, he possesses an incredible power, given to him by the demon Magtheridon, and is thusly known as a fel orc, which describes orcs who have been tainted by the blood of demons. This grants him enhanced strength, healing abilities, and more faster chakra recovery. Finally, he possesses a hidden ability, given to him by his mysterious ally, Lord Victor Nefarius, which, due to his demon blood, transforms him into a hulking monster of immense strength, and almost unbelievable capacity for survival. In this form, he can regenerate from almost any wound, and is many times stronger, able to knock even the most durable characters out in a single blow. He possesses, in addition to all of this, the belief that orcs must keep fighting until they cannot any more. He calls himself a true orc, and will keep fighting until he cannot anymore.
Vaelastrasz (Humanoid?)(Boss)- Little is known about him now, save for he obeys his lord, Nefarian, without question.
Lord Victor Nefarius/Nefarian (Humanoid?)(Boss)- Not much is known, only that he created the ability that allowed orcs to become dragonspawn as well as the creatures they molted into afterwards, called drakonids. Is apparently ruthless, and has a strange way of speaking.