The War Ends?

Khush:"Bang"

*SFX: The mana turrets fire, energy bullet piercing the air.*

Gorefang: "And ear ope-"

*SFX: A muffled explosion as the mana bullets blast through Gorefang's head, followed by a faint whistling as it exit, and a thud as Gorefang falls to the ground.*

Durotan: "Gorefang, what wa-"

*He looks at Gorefang's lifeless body, shock etched on his face.*

"GOREFANG!"

Grommash: "What was that red light? Wait, why did Durotan scream? What is happening?"

Thraug: "IDK, eldest brother. Let me check."

*He casts a spell, allowing him to float above the scene.*

Khush: "Now, father, press the attack button."

Father: "Okay!"

*Father presses the 'attack' button.*

Thraug: "Brother, it seems like someone fell? It's too far aw-"

*SFX: Suddenly, the mana turret activates.*

"Hmmm..."

*SFX: The mana turret starts attacking.*

"Boom! Crackle! Bang!"

*Thraug gets hit by a mana bullet.*

*The battlefield erupts in chaos.*

Grommash: "Thraug! Dammit. We've fallen right into their trap. Monsters, retreat!"

*He turns around to see houses they've passed attacking.*

"Oh no."

Mogor: "Brother, retreat. I'll go get Elder Brother Durotan."

*He jumps to the middle of the formation.*

Grommash: "No, Mogor, wait! Dammit, what should we do? The goblins can't escape because of the orcs, and vice versa."

Khush: "Bang!"

*He fires at the orcs, the mana bullet penetrating through three orcs, causing them to fall and crush goblins.*

Mogor: "Elder Brother, we have to leave."

"Durotan: 'Leave? I am no coward. I will destroy these softskins.'"

*He picks up a goblin and hurls it at a house, forming cracks in its structure.*

"See? These are just ordinary buil-"

But fate intervenes. Khush's mana turret fires, and the world shifts.

Khush: "Bang!"

Durotan: "Buildings!"

*Mogor leaps in between the fired bullet and Durotan, crossing his arms into an 'X'. The mana bullet pierces through, taking one arm completely and shattering the bones in the other.*

Durotan: "Mogor! No!"

Mogor: "Hu-ah, brother, I'm okay... just... the... ar...ms... Let's leave... now."

*He coughs up blood, his resilience unwavering.*

Durotan: "Yes, Mogor."

*Durotan wraps his hands around Mogor, attempting to leap away.*

Khush: "Bang!"

*The fired bullet strikes Durotan's leg mid-air, and they plummet.*

Durotan: "AHH!"

*Thud.*

The battlefield trembles, a symphony of chaos and sacrifice. Mogor's concern for Durotan's leg is met with stoic acceptance:

Mogor: "Brother, your leg!"

Durotan: "It's okay, not as bad as your hands. We'll reach Elder Brother in just a second."

In the background, incantations echo: "Zu'ul, korgatak, shal'nar... kroga! Thraug'esh, thundrak."

Khush begins to speak, but before he can finish, a deafening explosion rocks the scene.

Khush: "Ban-"

*SFX: BOOM!*

"What the hell was that?" Khush demands.

Thraug, son of ALDRIC, commanding the skies to strike his enemies. Another explosion follows.

Thraug: "I, Thraug. Son of ALDRIC, command the skie-"

But fate intervenes. Khush's mana bullet pierces Thraug's heart, and he falls from the sky, crushed by fleeing orcs.

*Thud.*

Grommash, fueled by rage, leaps from his mount, wielding his axe. He bounds from house to house, shattering roofs in his fury.

"Get ready, Father," Khush says, shaping a makeshift gun with his hands. "The big guy is coming."

Father: "I'm ready. Turret, I command you: Use 0.4 mana to attack the biggest red orc."

[Command input success, attacking the biggest red orc.]

As Grommash continues his destructive leap, a mana bullet—0.4 mana strong—hurtles toward him. But Grommash, ever the warrior, slices it in half with his axe.

Orc: "Follow master Grommash to victory

The battle rages on, Khush: "Damn it, the pressure we were building on the monster is coming off because of the red orc. We have to defeat him fast or else we will lose. Father, do something."

Father: "I am attacking him with 0.4 mana, yet he is cutting the bullets like butter. Turret, I command you to use 0.6 mana to attack the biggest red orc."

[Turret successfully eliminates red orc]

The battlefield trembled with the clash of wills. Grommash, unwavering, taunted his adversary. "Attack me again," he challenged, "come on. I will cut it like meat once more."

The air crackled as the Mana bullet hurtled toward him. Grommash's axe descended, a desperate defiance etched on his face. But fate intervened—the collision shattered the mighty axe, leaving Grommash vulnerable. The bullet struck true, breaking through his chestplate and piercing his heart.

In the background, despair echoed. "Nooo," cried the loyal followers. "Master Grommash has been defeated. Run away! We have lost."

The once indomitable warrior lay still, his legacy now etched in sacrifice and defeat. The battlefield whispered its sorrow, and hope fled like shadows before dawn.

Durotan: "Is my brother truly gone?"

Mogor: "This cannot be! Our eldest brother, dead? Impossible! Surely, this is a twisted game played by the softskins. Isn't it, brother?"

Durotan: "I bear the blame, Mogor. Had I halted Gorgrak from venturing into the softskins' path, perhaps this tragedy could have been averted. But I vow to ensure your saf—"

Khush: *Bang.*

Durotan: "Safely." (A bullet pierces Durotan's skull from behind, causing him and Mogor to collapse, crushed by fleeing monsters.)

Khush: "It is done, father. The red orcs lie defeated. Only goblins and a few orcs remain. Let us annihilate them all."