The situation turned chaotic as 600 greenskins and humans alike fought on the hills. Corpses piled up and intermingled on the ground, painting the grassy land red with fresh blood.
The sharp smell of iron mixed with a symphony of clashing blades, accompanied by battle cries and screams echoing all over the plains.
It looks less like a battle, and more like a slaughter. Everything looked so one-sided in favor of the humans 4 to 1, but one figure on the orcs' side stood out from the rest, slaughtering humans left and right to tip the battle in the orcs' favor.
A white-haired elf slashed all around, decimating every single opponent who dared to stand against him. With each swing of his massive blade, screams of agony followed.
Said elf was not only faster and stronger than other opponents, he also held a superior weapon that could crush and cut its opponents easily.
Splat!
