Warren shuddered as he stared in the eyes of the most terrifying-looking monster in his life.
The Orc that took his little girland his wife!
Or maybe it was so other of the beasts, not that it mattered though, they all looked the sa to him.
But that smile, that cruel and mocking smile the beast was displaying He could never forget it!
The man was holding a sword in his hands. A crude weapon that has seen many battles, but it now only served as a toy for these monsters.
Though his hands were shaking in fear, he held on to the blade for dear life. "Be brave, be brave"
"This is my chance My little Gomora My dear wife I'll join you soon" His eyes turned red amidst absolute despair, and his reasoning vanished, replaced with but a single thought.
'Kill! I must kill them! Kill these monsters!'
"Wraaaagh! Dieeeeee!"
He charged forward with the sword while giving off an animalistic scream. The place turned quiet, and then
Paff!
Warren found himself falling to the floor, his eyes catching a glimpse of that damn mocking grin.
The young Orc struck him effortlessly and the audience erupted in maddening laugher. This is what they wanted! The struggle! The resentnt! The courage! The rage!
The hope!
They wanted their opponents to give it their all! So that their eventual demise would be oh so much sweeter!
***
The mory of the fight was sowhat blurry for Warren. He rembered himself trying to stand up, only to get beaten back down.
It happened many tis. When he thought he couldn't go on, when he thought it was over for him The Orc would stop.
It would give him so space, so ti to recover and try to stand up again, give him a ray of hope So the beatdown would be more interesting!
Beating soone that already gave up on life? Boring!
But beating soone that is struggling to survive? Very interesting and fun!
That's their philosophy.
""
Warren fainted sowhere after the fifth ti, he figured, as his mories ended there.
He was in a cold, dark cell once again. His body aching, his skin burning as if on fire, his joints inflad and stiff from all those bruises
He sohow still kept his old helt, although it basically offered no protection. The Orcs might have found it amusing for a human to keep on struggling so dearly so they let him keep it.
Thud!
Sothing heavy landed in the cell beside him. Warren opened his eyes with difficulty just to see an Orc leaving with a torch.
Before the newcor was completely consud by shadows, Warren took a look at him.
He covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming and shuddered. Half of the man's face was gone as if soone cleaved it off with a sword, and his right hand was missing too. It was not difficult to imagine what happened.
With a trembling hand, he reached forward and placed his fingers where the nose should be and feltnothing.
He placed his hand on the man's chest and neck and also feltnothing.
The man was dead. The Orcs didn't even bother to check before throwing him away. Usually the dead would get devoured by the spectators, but not this ti.
Warren swallowed his dry saliva with difficulty. It has been days since he ate sothing, or had a drink
A crazy thought was slowly growing in his mind.
At first, he tried to ignore it, push it away. But his mouth was dry, and his lips cracked. First signs of dehydration were already showing themselves.
Migraines, difficulty focusing, nausea, increasing weakness
His lips parted and a hoarse whisper left his mouth, "I need to survive"
He kneeled beside the corpse and kowtowed to the ground. "Forgive , brother, may your soul rest in peace in the eternal flas of Innos."
His mouth reached the pool of blood on the floorand he drank.
'I will survive! I have to!'
***
Survive. Take revenge.
That's what still kept him going.
Those empty, dead eyes, now burned with imnse hate.
Orcs, the beings of darkness, invaders from another world, plaguing humanity for millennia.
Where did they co from? What was their goal? Why are they here? Why us? Why ?!
Thoughts like these were born in his mind, butthere is no answer.
He was but a simple farr. Life was good, hard but good. He had a modest house, a good wife, a beautiful daughter
All gone. In a single night. Lost it all.
His happiness left him, but sothing else had to take its place.
Anger. Boundless anger and hate.
A desire for revenge. But firsthe had to survive!
He drank the blood of his fellow man. Death of one, for the life of another.
That's how life works, usually.
Not with Orcs though. They kill for fun. They find amusent in torture.
Demonic beings made for war. Infinitely adaptive to any environnt.
But so are humans, and so is Warren.
He was called to the ring a few more tis since. He got beaten, he bled. But he was still alive!
Broken, but not done! The iron helm still sat on top of his head, almost as if sending a ssage from up high. A ssage of perseverance!
Down, but not defeated. His spirit grew with each passing day as he drank the blood of his people and feasted on their flesh.
But then
There was thunder.
Thunder inside the caveor maybe it wasn't.
Warren could hear frightened screams from his cell, amplified by the emptiness of the cavern and distorted by the loud echoes.
He noticed sothing weird, sothing unusual.
The Orcs, the Hobgoblins, the little shits, they are nervous, they are on guard.
Suddenly there was a roar, a loud and powerful roar coming from sowhere. They moved. The beasts rushed forward in a sudden bloodthirsty frenzy, completely ignoring the prisoners in their cages.
There was that thunder again, it's coming closer. There were screams, however
Warren opened his eyes wide in the dark and perked his ears up even though his body was in agony. He heard screams he never thought would be possible.
The beasts cried. They begged for rcy. He could hear sadness and pain in their voice. He stood up and opened the door, peering into the darkness.
His eyes adapted to the dim light long ago and he could seenothing.
No Orc or any other monsters to be seen anywhere.
He grabbed a broken sword in the arena, his heart beating strong and hard, like a war drum.
This is his chance to do sothing, to take fate by the reigns, to be a man!
It was ti to fight.
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