The Great Battle of Mountain Beasts (11)
As the battle quieted on the side where the orc army had been annihilated, the five figures, still emanating an overwhelming aura of destruction, began their methodical sweep of the battlefield. Orion, with his blood-red spear, strode across the blood-soaked ground, impaling any twitching bodies that still clung to life. His movements were slow but deliberate, each strike filled with the weight of finality. Cy, wielding his black spear, covered the opposite side of the field, dark shadows rippling outward with every swing, engulfing and disintegrating any remaining trolls or orcs too slow to die with the rest of their kin.