Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

This guy was stronger than he expected, and by strong Rezar reckoned he was an entire rank above him. This orc was not a bronze rank 3 individual like Rezar, but a silver ranked being.

Just standing in front of him made Rezar feel a little skeptical, this orc was extremely dangerous, and the idea of having to fight him did not sit too well with him. But never the less, Rezar didn't have much of a choice, others in the camp might give him a challenge and might even fight toe to toe with him, but Rezar knew they would all still fall eventually.

"I see you have finally crawled out of your hole Huitzilopochtli, king of the horde! Or should I call you Rezar Deathwind!" his voice was deep and rumbling like all orcs, as a person he actually reminded Rezar of Durga, but then again he didn't have the air of craftiness and schemes that enshrouded the former orc chief, but then again maybe he did have a little bit of craftiness.

Rezar didn't think he had changed much, he had grown taller and his hair was a little bit longer, but apart from that there was nothing else that seemed to have changed. But regardless, in just three months everyone here seemed to have forgotten his face, and attacked him like he was no one. It wasn't until the bandit leader called out his name that the rest of them finally took notice of who was standing in front of them, and with that realization flooding in, so too did the fear that many of them once had for him.

"I see you're still an idiot Hu…. Ja…... Me…... excuse me please but what the fuck was your name again?"

Silence, it filled the entire field as many were shocked that Rezar would even consider to provoke an opponent that was way stronger than him. Even Samira who had wanted to suggest the idea of retreat when it was discovered that the orc was a lot stronger than him had opened her mouth in shock and surprise, and at the same time she was trying her best to hold her amusement at bay. For orcs there was nothing more humiliating that an opponent not honoring them as he should. But then again Rezar was a special case so normal logic could not be used to describe him.

"I don't expect you to know who I am Huitzilopochtli…... but by the gods! You will know my POWER!!"

His body suddenly became enshrouded in dark green flames as he charged towards Rezar, moving too fast for the necromancer to keep track as he smashed his shoulder into Rezar's chest and blasted him backwards through a few tents, past the burnt field and into the wild plains that became flattened from the adven0t of Rezar's uncontrolled movements. He heard something crack, but whatever it was, Rezar hoped it wasn't broken as he jumped right up to his feet and turned to face the still charging orc. Fortunately, the distance afforded him a little breathing space as he began his counter attack.

[Spectral Skull]

He could shoot three skulls at a time now, and his skills didn't have a cool down, just that using them continuously might leave him danger of running out of magic, or getting himself exhausted from the strain of using particular skills for a certain period of time. But even with all of those calculations, this orc bandit leader was a lot faster than the spectral skulls. It didn't matter how many Rezar shot at him, he was always ahead of them and moving so fast he was nothing more than a rapidly moving blur. The tall grasses and beautiful flowers had already been flattened by his advent, and as he rushed at Rezar, the wind blew around his body, creating a drag force that did nothing to even slow him down as he appeared in front of Rezar and swung his massive hammer.

[Bullet Time]

There was barely any time to move, even with the usage of this skill, but he went down on his knees as the hammer went over his face, the force from the wind it carried bruising the top of Rezar's forehead as he held the staff form of Vita Gratia to the Orc's right knee, letting his own momentum carry him past the trajectory of the blade, and forcing him to leave half a leg behind separated from the knee.

Time sped up as the orc rushed past Rezar to crash into the tall fields, crushing more grasses that their fights were now exposed to everyone in the camp. Rezar swayed and fell on his butt as a wave of dizziness and nausea hit him. It has been a while since he fed, what he felt was three hours was actually three months in hell, and when they returned his body had aged to catch up to the missed time, which means he has also been starving for three months. It was nothing short of a miracle that he has been able to go on, after experiencing a couple of fights like this.

The orc cursed out loud in pain and wobbled to his feet, Rezar had to give him props. The orc was standing and using his hammer to support himself while Rezar was still sitting on his ass, trying to shake the cobwebs in his head. his stomach rumbled as his eyes bled red and his fangs poked out of his mouth. He shuddered as a feeling of intense pain seemed to lance through his stomach and he was forced to haunch over. Samira and the others made to head in his direction, but the other bandits had blocked their paths and engaged to prevent them from lending any help to him.

It was pretty messed up, but Rezar's own body was rebelling against him for the starvation and punishment he had put it through. The energy from magic was all good for powering his abilities, but his true power and sustenance came from blood, he literally grew stronger every time he fed and it was from feeding that his vampiric abilities drew power. The orc walked towards his hunched form, slightly confused but still silently gloating over Rezar's pitiful form.

"What a pathetic sight! But at the very least rest well knowing that something good will come from your death. I will take your head and take it back to those accursed walls you will have me and my people locked behind, denying us our true heritage of war and blood and honor! I should cut you where you stand, for it is more than you deserve.

Never the less, allow me to tell you my name, for it is honorable to let you know who was responsible for your death, my name is…..." Rezar's right quickly shot forwards grabbing the orcs foot, his eyes red and mouth literally salivating like a rapid dog, then he said.

"Your name is Prey!"