Raguar fought his way though the hoards, His steed, FireBrand , swung his head spearing an orc with his metal horn. The sun beat down apon the barren wasteland making the fighting harder than it already was. Raguar swung his Claymore cleaving off another Orc's head the body crumpling down, And FireBrand trampled over it squeezing whatever life it still had out of it. The battle wore on Raguar and his troop of warrior Elfs slayed Orc after Orc finally coming to the command tent in which the General of the Army was, The one that had cause the mass genocide of innocent citizens of Atlenga. Raguar turned to his 2nd in command and told him to keep the warriors behind, He had personal matters to take care of. Tuten ,His 2nd, nodded and told the warriors. Raguar strode in the tent with his Claymore pulled out. To be Continued.... I would like comments and critism on this please, This is my first story BTW. Also point out anything I should work on thanks