5 years ago. June 9, 2018 at 4:11 PM
His chest heaved...his bloody sword raised in anticipation of the next wave of Orcs...he was without emotion... Just pure rage...his eyes blaze red... The points of his fangs exposed in a snarl...then it came...a soft hand upon his arm...he spun....then his heart slowed...his vision focused... Before him this petite figure.. Emma Lynn...an elfen princess...soft and kind...who fought with the fierceness of a 1000 Orcs... She squeezed his arm gently...then spoke... Calming the rage...."My Lord... They are all dead...the field is ours....it is time for healing now...you have wounds.. ""
To be Cont..