Conclusion

It was back last week that they raided their last settlement. He is longing. Longing for the fresh, irresistable human flesh. Longing for it's texture. He's drooling by just thinking of it and now here he is. Watching his food crawl away for it's survival make his stomach gurgle. Irresistable, he thought. He lifted his axe, gripping the well worn handle tightly. "Alas." He said to himself.

"Warchief!!" A voice from behind, preventing him from having his finest hour. Smoke arises from the burning fences blocking his view a little bit. He faced towards the origin of voice. He steps on a lying hand and almost slipped. He looks down, grumbles a little bit then kicks it away. An old house is burning beside him. A piece of torn cloth flies past him. He steps on a pool of mud and blood.

"What is it Grim? better have an excuse on why I should eat him instead of you." He growled.

The ogre panting look at him. He catches his breath then put his axe's head on the ground. He leans on it a little bit. "Jorgen's company has been taken out. " He said still panting.

"Korlas, what is it?" A scrawny looking figure appeared. He wears a torn, violet mantle around his neck and has a wool armor offering only a protection from extreme weather.

Warchief Korlas faces the figure. "Speak." pointing his axe on the messenger.

Grim continues. "One of ours make it out. He said Jorge got killed in a matter of seconds. He barely even manage to escape. They got Dorin."

The figure looks like more of a human than an ogre but the protruding tusk reveals it otherwise. He holds a staff made out of an old branch of a tree, curving towards the top and has a intrinsic image of a lion. " Humans? defeating Jorge? " the old ogre said. "Jorge can kill ten ogres bare handed. Impossible."

Warchief Korlas gritted his teeth. He punches the messenger. Grim kneels a little bit. Korlas then looks away. He continues. "Bring the survivor to me." then faces at the weaken human crawling from him earlier looking at it with anger. " But first let me eat my meal."

...

Captain Dewey looks at his watch. They're now sitting on top of one of the tanks. He looks at the watch with disdain. Still not working. "We tell our men then make a descision."

"If what he says is true that he can help us return back to our world then we have no choice." Glorin insisted.

He's right but not so fast "Let's go back. Investigate this first. The valley is our key. That's our origin." Dewey pointed at the valley where the came from.

The village is well lit. Torches everywhere. Villages lined up carts on the street, packing their belongings then putting on it. They're preparing to move on the first day light.

"Come with me. Morning. Let's find a way out of here. Don't want to risk our men's lives. This is not our war." Captain Dewey takes out a piece of chocolate then bit it. Sweet.

"Ok. This not bother you." Glorin takes out a stick, lits it with his gold lighter then bit it. Inhales the exhales. Smoke coming out of his mouth. " Humans here being extinct? That's some fantasy"

"Read all the time. Remember I'm a manga addict." pointing himself.

Glorin grins. " A weirdo."

"Still felt that we should help them. I got priorities though and they're not one of them." Dewey said, with a concern look in his eye.

"I know"

"Where's the ogre?" changing the subject.

Glorin points at the carriage beside the village. "They tied him over there."

"Alright, let's get him talking." They climbed down the tank and walks over the Ogre still sitting, with his hands tied around the carriage. "Get a medic."

Six soldiers assembled five minutes later. Corporal Frost, Private Boozer, Sergeant Tim looks at the moaning ogre injected with a drug by a medic to wake him up. Captain Dewey leans down then slaps the Ogre. "Time to wake up buddy."

The ogre lifts his head, his eye still barely close trying to figure out his face. "Give me your rifle." He said to Private Boozer. Captain Dewey takes the rifle handed to him by Boozer.

He stands then with all his strength smashes the butt to the face of the still waking up ogre. The ogre shrieks in pain. "You're awake?"

Boozer grins. "This guy almost killed you." Corporal Frost said nodding his head. "I know that's why I'm going to enjoy this." Boozer replied with a sadistic look on his face.

The ogre opens his eye then started laughing. "Humans, hahahahaha!!!.."

"You think this is funny?" Captain Dewey grinding his teeth.

"You humans will die!!! hahahaha!!"

A short, fuse of adrenaline fuses towards his brain. He grabs his combat knife then stabs it on the Ogre's leg. A quick decision.

The ogre shrieks in pain. Villagers started gathering around them. "Kill that ogre." A mocking cry ensued.

"Tell them to shut up." Captain Dewey said.

Sergeant Tim lifts his arms in the air. " Listen, we're helping you guys so please let us be." The villager's mocking cry starts to voice down.

"You're all going to die, human" The Ogre grinned.

"You've never seen what a real human is. You're staring at it right now." He pulls out his Glock and put the barrel on his left shoulder.

"What's that a toy? dumb humans hahahaha!!"

Captain Dewey pulls the trigger. A loud bang echoes the surrounding.

Seconds later, the ogre shrieks in pain. "That's a toy for you? Now, where's your main army?"

The ogre growls. "Days away from here. They're coming. Ha! you won't even stand a chance when they comes."

"You don't get it do you?"

Captain Dewey grabs one of the carbine. He points it on the wound he made earlier. "I'll give you a taste." A sudden burst. This time the ogre pass out, blood dripping from his left shoulder.

"Lieutenant Glorin. Call all the men." Lieutenant Glorin salutes. "We're going to decide ones and for all."