A few minutes later, a moderately muscled, silver-haired young man with a handsome, well-chiseled face could be seen lying on his back on the ground. He was breathing heavily, his Greatsword resting right beside him, its blade still glistening with the blood of his fallen enemies.
Spread out all around him were the corpses of at least thirty orcs. Most had their heads cleanly severed from their bodies, while others had large, bloody holes in their chests, clear evidence of being impaled by the mighty Greatsword.
