Once a Soldier

The battle continued to rage on as the sounds of Akoako’s dying comrades echoed in the air. His eyes darted from left to right and he caught a glint of light from the blood stained great axe as it hovered above his head. Time froze as if to grant a moment of respite from the horror that displayed before him. One by one they fell, each holding the same look of shock as their lifeless bodies slumped to the ground. Eyes wide with mouth agape as blood poured out from holes and gashes seemingly appearing from nowhere. The air thickened with the smell and taste of iron, metallic and familiar. The orc stood above most and at over eight feet tall, he always had a clear view of the battlefield but not tonight. No, tonight something was different, something wasn’t quite whole. 

Planting his feet firmly on the ground, he took a deep breath to inhale before the strike.