"FAITH"

Gorgoroth strode amongst the dead and the dying, his evil blade rending any who stood against him. His eyes burned a hellish crimson as he reveled in the carnage of battle. The proud warriors of the Gladius Honori perished at his feet as he swathed his way to their lord. Marcus Ahmirez stood defiantly against his blasphemous foe. He held his sword in both hands, whispering their Prayer of Strength, hoping it would be enough to give him courage to defeat the black warrior lord of Varg, the Keeper of the Realm Of Death.
“ Strength, honor and might, Aluric gave us the will to fight! To the abyss with you demon! I will not let you pass me!” Marcus screamed his sword raised high above his plumed helm.
A deep bellowing growl came from within the charging sorcerer warlord.
“ Whelp! I will rape your soul and my harlots shall devour your body! I am the servant of Varg! Cross blades with me young Ahmirez, you shall fall like your precious Aluric! Ha! Fool, your feeble god Orphear can not protect in the Darkness! I rule the realm of oblivion, I reign supreme in the blackness! “ Gorgoroth howled as he brought his evil blade down on Marcus’ sword.
The clash sounded like thunder against cliffs. The earth shook as they began their duel of death.
They danced and side stepped each other, their swords clashing to the sounds of dying humans and goblin warriors. Gorgoroth’s body trembled as fresh power surged into him, his soul quivered from within as the power of Varg swam through his veins.
“ Pray worm, that my sword swipes your head from your proud shoulders before the demon within claims your essence! My wolves shall feast on your innards and your carcass shall make a festive cloak for mine self!”
Marcus rolled forward and drove his blade into Gorgoroth’s side. He screamed and wretched a foul black mucous while back handing Marcus to the floor.
“ Whores child! That blow will be your last!” Gorgoroth spat.
He swung his sword in a mind numbing arc, at deadly speeds.
Marcus gasped, and tried to block his assailants advances.
Finally, Marcus arms gave, and Gorgoroth struck a catastrophic blow. Gorgoroths blade shredded into Marcus’ shoulder blade, almost splitting him in two. Marcus sank to the floor, crying in frustration, cursing his enemy.
He slumped to his knees, his blood pouring like a broken water vein.
Gorgoroth laughed and sheathed his sword.
“ What entertainment your opposition has been, of all the races the Ahmirez always have gave me the most the jovial show! You fight with an abandon that I have never seen! I admire your kind for their stubbornness! Tell me young lord, what makes you think you will ever be rid of me? I am the storm that never tires, I shall rend your wretched little souls from now until eternity. What makes you think you could ever defeat me?”
Gorgoroth kicked Marcus.
Marcus spat blood, his face stern his fate resolved. He smiled at Gorgoroth.
“ Faith.” Marcus said, trying to stall his death.
Gorgoroth sneered.” Faith in whom you wretch?”
“ Faith in the Light, faith in my people, faith in knowing that one day my lineage will banish you to the depths of Hell so you never return! Your no more than a rat living off the scraps of a wolf!” Marcus raged.
Gorgoroth ceased his smiling and closed his eyes. “ That will never be foolish child of Gladius. I am a wolf of the likes that which this world has, will and always see.Cry to your ancestors in your sad Vaulhalios now!” Gorgoroth snarled cleaving Marcus’ head from his shoulders.