Bloodlust is now consuming the Orc warriors. They gain ridiculous strength, but lose the ability to think calmly and analyze the situation. Zull has no idea what goes through their mind when their eyes turn so red like that. Even the most peaceful Orc can change due to the rage of battle. Trying to remain calm and steadfast, Zull grips his bow and finds a target.
A small inconspicuous caster who is healing the wounded will be his target. Taking out the casters could sway the tide of the battle. Zull sends his Raptor into a sprint to avert the casters attention. As soon as he sees the beginning words of a spell, Zull looses a volley of arrows directly towards him. The small caster crumples due to an arrow in his chest with a small yelp. One down.
Suddenly a human warrior appears from his left, who managed to escape from his field of vision during the chaos of battle. Due to his quick reflexes, Zull barely manages to dodge the large warhammer which smashes down right in front of him, causing a deep crevice in the earth.
This doesn't seem to be just an ordinary warrior, he managed to break through the strong defensive line of powerful orcs. Meeting his eyes, he could feel the intense glare of hatred permeating from his opponents eyes.
Kill or be killed. Survival of the fittest, that is the reality of war. For Zull to survive, his opponent must now die. drawing his sword out, he has his raptor encircle behind the opponents rear stealthily in order to defeat him. The man rushes forward and brings his massive warhammer above his head, ready to kill me in one blow; but at that very moment I signal the raptor to bite at the back of his legs, holding him in place.
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"Argh!" He swings the warhammer wildly in a circle, in order to defeat his invisible opponent.
At that very moment, I lunge forward and manage to stab him through the chest, seeing one last glimmer in his eyes before the deep coldness of death.
A sharp pain stings at my back, almost numb. I reach for it only to feel warm blood run through my fingers, but now is not the time to give in to panic or fear.
Consumed by pure adrenaline, I swiftly turn around to shoot at my opponent with a hastily drawn bow, only to have my body feel cold and numb, my fingers no longer have the strength to draw an arrow. A warlock's curse!
Writers comments: still a bit new to writing and anything beyond first person POV. Not sure how well I mixed first and third person POV, if I made a mistake or did it wrong let me know. thanks for reading :)