We’re heroes. The hundred men who defeated a thousand orcs.
They fought like lions roaring war cries.
Ambushed in fog.
Mired in mud.
We slaughtered them to the last.
After, I learned what they were crying in orcish.
“Mercy”.
I’m no hero.
I’m a butcher.
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