The air was thick with the stench of blood and burning flesh.
The ground beneath me trembled as countless feet pounded against the dirt, the guttural roars of orcs mingling with the shrill shrieks of goblins.
Chaos reigned, but I had no time to take it all in.
My gun was steady in my hands, my breath controlled, my mind sharp.
I had one job... To kill them all.
I took a position I had a clear view of the battlefield.
Before me, a swarm of goblins emerged from the tree line, little green monsters with wild eyes, their shrieks puncturing the tension that enveloped us.
Each one was small and wiry, but the sheer volume was terrifying.
They weren't strong, but they were fast, their numbers endless.
And behind them, towering orcs marched, their hulking forms pushing through the goblin ranks like war machines, their bloodthirsty eyes locked onto our lines.
They rushed toward me with incredible speed.