He soon closed up the distance between him and the shouting Orcs and started the brutal massacre.
He was at first surprised that the spear-wielding Orc could be so charismatic because he had not seen the Orc say a single word ever since the first time he saw him.
'Charismatic brat... Eat your fucking charisma, bastard,' Leon was annoyed that the Orc ruined the momentary advantage he had just now. All this time, he had been knowingly trying to instill fear into the poor Orcs so that they would hesitate, and he would gain an added advantage over them. But now, the Orc General had ruined his chances.
'Whatever, even with their high spirits, they would still end up dying instead of killing me. No matter how hard they try, they can't kill me. Their efforts are all futile,' Leon shrugged as he looked at the Orcs running towards him. None of the Orcs were able to stand a chance; all of those who dared come close to him met one fate: death.
