Of Monsters and Men (2)

"Of course, it just had to be a noble," mumbled Gray under his breath, a nervous smile across his face as he backed away.

The group had been split in two, divided by the huge crevice that the Orc noble had created.

Gray, Andre, Armin and Eleanour stood on one side, while the remaining survivors were huddled together on the other.

A sense of dread filled the battlefield as the survivors looked at the damage caused by a single swing of the Orc noble's sword. Their hands trembled in fear as they realized that their numbers had been cut in half before they even had the chance to put a scratch on it.

"I-Its him," stuttered Sophia, remembering the horrors she had experienced the first time she came here.

The Orc noble stood at 3.5 meters tall, dwarfing even the other orcs. Its figure was a red and black blur as it rushed towards the survivors, gapping the rest of the orcs by several meters.