The orcs attempted to run in various directions, but everywhere they ran, they were met with swarms of bullet fire tearing them to shreds. Fires erupted throughout the village as plasma shots were fired, striking anything that so much as moved.
Orion moved through the stampeding orcs, looking for his mother. She had been with the other orc females preparing the meat for when the warriors arrived. Even now, he was in disbelief of the truth: his father had died. His father was too strong to die, and he had promised to return to him.
He ran as fast as his green legs could carry him.
"MOM, MOM, MOM." He screamed into the night.
A figure slammed in front of the hut in front of him, caving it in. The figure rose battered and bloodied, he roared at his assailant a tall metal figure with a red visor, it red sword gleamed, illuminated by the surrounding fires, red blood dripped from its metal sword as it stared at the beaten orc.
