Blood dripped slowly.
There were dying groans of the wounded nearby, and the excited howls of Gnolls. Eugene was disgusted by the sound, so he picked up a javelin and nailed the wild barking Gnoll to the ground. The whole battlefield was quiet. In fact, the battle was over. Eugene didn't even look at the angry Gnolls; he just stepped forward. All the orcs who saw him along the way fell to their knees. The warriors of the saber tooth clan suffered a lot of casualties; however, even after they had lost the protection of their god. These half-elves were not as easy to deal with as they thought.
"Cha!"
