Two armies, one of the monsters’ and one of the humanoid races’, lined up facing each other. The air is thick with tension; any moment now the horns of war would blow to signal the start of war.

Large Viking polished white blow horns, easily surpassing the length of two men, suddenly rang out aloud.

*Tooootooooooo*  *Tooootooooooo* *Tooootooooooo*

The horns were blown precisely three times; the signal to start war was given. As the horns blew from the side of the monsters and they initiated the charge.

The human led coalition waited patiently for the approaching enemy.  They were tense but they had nerves of steel. They could not let a charging monsters best them. As the ‘living’ righteous saw it, it was a battle of brains versus brawns.

The men who stood in the front lines, gripped their weapons tightly seeing the orcs charge. They readied themselves, mentally and physically, for they would be taking the brunt of the orcs’ charge.  These men were the strongest of each of the races; they held massive round shields made of thick iron and long spears, much like the Roman centurions.

The plan of the human-led coalition is simple and straightforward. Anyone with an ounce of intelligence knew what they had planned for the charging orcs. Just when the orcs would be upon them, shields would be raised and spears would be thrust forth. Only dumb brutes like the orcs would rush to their deaths.

Were the orcs really that dumb not to see such an obvious plan? No. However, they had no other option but to charge head on. Their large and tough physique made charging the best option. What damage could puny spears possibly do to them?

“RAISE SHIELDS!” A command was shouted out across the human led coalition as the orcs drew nearer.

The warriors in the absolute front, crouched and raised their shields; completely covering their body from harm.

Once the orcs were less than ten feet away, another command was issued to extend spears. In unison, the soldiers of the front line extended their hidden spears. They thrust it out with great force, in the hopes, to do maximum damage to enemy.

Unfortunately, this time, the enemy outsmarted them. The orcs born with great strength, jumped up into the air when they saw the tips of the spears being extended outwards towards them.  Their ‘jump’ was more of a leap through the air. In a ‘single’ jump they were two meters above the ground – high enough to jump over the frontlines. The soldiers in the front lines; could only helplessly and stupidly, look on with shock as they realized what was happening. The orcs simply overcame their defenses with a ‘simple’ jump. Before the soldiers could even react, too many of them had been stabbed in the back and killed. The front line formation crumbled in an instant. Screams of many men could be heard as they died a painful death.

The stench of the dead soon flooded the plains. The orcs roared in delight they raised the ripped out heads of their slain victims. It was a bloody gory sight, one which made the stomachs of all the warriors churn.

The commanders could be heard swearing as they saw the orcs jump and destroy their frontline. It was beyond their imagination, since when did the Orcs think of such a strategy? Since, when could orcs think for themselves?

This must be the work of the one who leads them.

The human’s side was quick to regroup and recover. Losses and sacrifices were part of wars. The commanders swore to avenge their fallen comrades. An order to loosen the arrows was given; immediately thousands of black arrows covered the sky.

Orcs are dumb brutes. They assumed that the arrows would simply bounce off their skin. Unfortunately, for them, these arrows were imbued with magic. They could penetrate through boulders and steel armour with ease. After all, the ones who fired these arrows were the elves; the race most proficient in magic.

In an instant, many of the first wave of orcs fell prey to the viciously sharp arrows. The monsters did not care for their loss, after all this was just the first wave. Their brethren had already accomplished the task they had been entrusted with; lowering the morale of the human led coalition.

Whilst the united armies of the ‘living’ focused their energy on reorganizing from the ‘unanticipated’ tactic, a second and a third wave of orcs were sneakily crept in from the sides…before the humans knew it, they had been corned by a pincer attack. The second line of defense on both right and left flanks had been breached. If it couldn’t get any worse, two elite group of monsters tore through the many line of defences and slew the commanders of both flanks. With no commander to direct, what ensured thereafter was pure chaos.

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Amidst this raging chaotic battlefield, a lone youth ‘suddenly’ appeared.  

Tiny balls of light began gathering together, and then with a burst of light, a young man dressed in the strangest ‘battle attire’ in this world appeared on the battlefield. This man was not dressed for the battle, rather it would be appropriate to say he was in his pyjamas: tiny flame breathing dragons printed all over. Did he just get out of bed and head over to the battlefield?

The young youth, a human, had a thin athletic frame, black hair and fair skin. He stood dazed as he observed his surroundings. The only words he could be heard muttering were, “F*ck. Another world…”

Maybe he did wake up from bed and was transported over to this world?

***

“Hello, there! I am just your everyday average youth who has been transported to fantasy world.” That would make a great introduction. However, I am seriously beginning to doubt that I am your everyday average youth. Also, this isn’t my first visit to a ‘fantasy’ world. This is my second.

“F*ck. Another world.”  Is that reaction better?

But that isn’t the problem here. Who goes to sleep and wakes up in the middle of a battle field?

This must be some twisted cruel play of fate. This is not where I was supposed to wake up! I was supposed to go back home! Home is where there is no ‘fantasy’. Home is where I don’t worry about being killed by monsters. Home is where my mom cooks my favourite meals. You may think I am over reacting, but trust me I am not. You may think I should be happier after all who gets lucky enough to get ‘transported’ to another world, but trust me ‘fantasy’ worlds of the light novels and the ‘fantasy’ world, I have lived through are very different.

If you still don’t believe me, then try living like a slime, a skeleton, and something between those two…live off insects, rats and worms for a diet for an entire year….trust me, you will want to go home.

F*ck.  I am sick of them.

Of all the places I had to be transported to is another ‘fantasy’ world, that too in the middle of a war? Like seriously, whose idea was this?

Was it the witch’s? I wouldn’t be surprised, if this was her doing…oh great an incoming magical attack…a low level fireball. As much as I hate and fear this new world, I fear dying more….

…huh…what the heck? My body is moving so slowly…

Status Window - SoraNameSoraLevel1ProfessionNoneHealth100Mana10HP recovery / second0.1MP recovery0.1Stamina5Agility5Strength5Dexterity5Physical Damage5Magic Damage2Physical Resistance0Magic Resistance0Experience required for next level100Charm0

Titles: None.

Skills: None.

….f*ck don’t tell me my stats have been reset!

…. So not good! I won’t be able to dodge this……. did I just get transported to a new world to be instant KO’d? This might be a good time to start believing in reincarnation….

- 100 HP

***

The fire ball rushed towards, Sora instantly killing him. It was all over in the blink of a second. After the smoke disbursed, the charred lifeless body of Sora was all that remained.