09-20-2009, 01:19 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-20-2009, 01:20 AM by MasterZero.)
The Orc roared in pain as Kase began to stab at his back, and for a moment it really did look like Kase would be able to kill him. Suddenly though, a large, dirty, green hand shot forward and grabbed the boy's sword, and squeezed it in it's grip.
"Enough," a deep, animal voice said. He snapped the blade off the hilt as though it was a twig, and he showed no discomfort as he squeezed it in his hand. He then used his other hand to try and grab Kase. "Who are you?" he growled, before one of his fellow Orcs whispered something to him. "...Are you the prize the village sent?"
"Enough," a deep, animal voice said. He snapped the blade off the hilt as though it was a twig, and he showed no discomfort as he squeezed it in his hand. He then used his other hand to try and grab Kase. "Who are you?" he growled, before one of his fellow Orcs whispered something to him. "...Are you the prize the village sent?"
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.