He looked at the ruined fortress that the remaining humans made. It was scorched thoroughly and rather mercilessly from his hands. It was raining hard and the cacophony of the dead and of the grumbling thunder complimented the mood of things.
Bael Cor, Legendary Guardian, Orc-Hero, Flame-weaver and other names he is so dubbed. the rain splattered his entire being soaking him in the cold drops of the rain. his eyes flashed as lighting struck the ground.
His mask veiled the humanity that he possessed but it seems however it seems with the way he slaughters he is far by to be called as a human...
He stared into the woods, with his mask blocked all expression that emitts from his face