Blood sprayed across the battlefield, soaking the earth as each swing of an axe met its mark. Lifeless bodies piled up around the combatants, forming grotesque hills of the fallen. Trolls and orcs fought back-to-back, surrounded by the corpses of their comrades, yet neither side gave an inch. In one corner, an orc captain parried a troll's axe with his shield, countering with a swift strike that severed a troll's arm. The troll howled in agony, but with a primal instinct, he retaliated, crushing the orc captain beneath his boot. The battlefield was a brutal ballet of death, where one moment's triumph could quickly turn into a harrowing defeat.