"Before long, he would find what he was looking for; he was eye to eye with Alyon, who had started walking in the direction the voice came from.
"Are you the type creating all this mess?"
Mad Dog Igor, in a self-righteous manner, called out to the hulking orc walking towards him from between the soldiers who parted ways. Although there was a distance of fifty paces between them, Alyon could comfortably hear what this newly emerged enemy was saying, but the gray-haired warrior, gripping the thick body of his weapon tightly, continued advancing without lifting his head from the ground.
"I'm talking to you, savage; aren't you going to open that foul-smelling green mouth of yours and speak?"
Mad Dog, reaching for the heavy sword he carried on his back, was belittling the warrior produced by the orcs, whom he saw as a race lower than himself; in his eyes, his opponent was a huge animal holding a big piece of metal.
Despite these provocations, Alyon wouldn't break his composure at all; he had only accelerated towards the place where the annoying voice came from by tightening the interval of his steps.
"Look at this, come, come, let me introduce you to your ugly ancestors I sent to the other side!"
When the distance between them dropped to ten paces, Igor, taking his heavy sword in hand, also moved towards the incoming orc; meanwhile, his mouth wasn't staying idle either.
While everyone expected the orc advancing with his head down to behave the same way no matter what happened, Alyon suddenly raised his head and sent his steel-like gaze towards his adversary.
"Is what you said going to happen only with you?"
The gray-haired orc, checking out the Mad Dog from head to toe, had said these words in boredom as if looking at an ant he could crush whenever he wanted; swinging his tightly gripped weapon from bottom to top, he was challenging his enemy attacking from the opposite direction at the same time.
The heavy sword and the hulking orc's new weapon had clashed with all their might; while the resulting sound made the battlefield groan, blood was flowing from the ears of relatively weak soldiers.
This would be the first clash actually experienced on the battlefield; far from the push and shove experienced by the masses, it was a pure duel.
In such cases, the effect created by the first move on the parties was becoming a very important criterion; everyone's gazes were turned to the same point to predict who could overcome whom.
The vast majority of the siege armies could witness what happened, whereas only a lucky portion of the soldiers resisting in the headquarters fighting on the front line could see what was happening.
For this reason, the noise produced would be a bit less; after the state Mad Dog Igor fell into, going back steps, not a peep was coming out of the crowded siege army.
"Another hollow drum; now get lost from my sight!"
Alyon was really not in a good mood; normally, if such an opportunity appeared before him, he would play with his enemy like a cat playing with a mouse, but today he just wanted to swing the weapon in his hand.
Unlike him, Igor, hearing such words from the person he humiliated just a few ten breaths ago, was angry enough to come to the brink of madness.
"Don't get cocky immediately, we are just starting!"
In the hand of Mad Dog, reaching into the pocket of his military vest, a syringe filled with a green liquid would appear; after the needle he stuck into himself without waiting at all, his sullen face was slowly becoming a prisoner to a sneaky grin.
"Maybe nature gave you such strong bodies, but we have brains too; do you know what was in my hand?"
"A serum prepared using the bodies of tens of thousands of barbarians like you; how does it feel that we stole your only trump card with our human intelligence, you filthy animal!"
Igor, attacking again without minding the condition of his sword on which a few cracks formed, sent another swing towards the hulking orc while the echo of what he said was still wandering on the battlefield.
"Die!"
This time a sound twice the size of the previous one would come out; this wasn't the only difference either. While Alyon managed to stand fixed in his place, his enemy Mad Dog had gone back only three steps.
The result had even ensured some soldiers from the siege forces shouted cries of joy, but Igor was looking at his heavy sword split in two down the middle as if witnessing something incredible.
"Is this all your trick?"
Alyon, looking at his opponent with the air of an unshakable mountain, wasn't even angry at him; who knows what other persecutions his race, treated as wild creatures for a hundred years, had suffered.
"Even if I know I will die, today will be the last day you see!"
Igor had entered a mood giving justice to his nickname; without batting an eye, he was injecting a few serums he quickly grabbed into his body.
After that, the man displaying manic movements had fallen on his knees; holding his head tightly with both hands, he was stomping around. It was clear the drugs he took created an adverse reaction on him.
Certain parts of his body had started growing abnormally; his arms were swelling rapidly, his height was increasing dramatically, and white foams were now pouring from his mouth that previously spewed filth.
When the agony-filled moments of Mad Dog, experiencing an indescribable transformation, ended ten breaths later, there was only a freak left in the middle resembling neither a human nor another life form, attacking around unconsciously.
"Hey, if you're done, come on already!"
Alyon's patience, watching what his enemy did calmly, had finally run out; he wanted to take care of the shapeless creature standing before him as soon as possible.
Igor, who burst most of the blood vessels in his eyes, would start running amidst bloody tears; the short distance was closed in the time it took to take a breath for this reason.
When he swung the fist he made with his hand that had taken a giant form to bring it down on Alyon's head, the gray-haired orc swung the hammer head he hadn't used in the previous two clashes against the incoming blow.
After the collision happening so fast it could almost not be followed with the eye, a blood cloud would rise towards the sky; along with the pieces of flesh raining on the soldiers watching the fight without blinking, a situation emerged as if a geyser explosion had occurred.
The bellow following this was as mighty as the war cry Mad Dog Igor let out when he came out of the tent; there was nothing to be surprised about, after all, both actions belonged to the same person.
The killer of the Grey Hyenas, having lost his arm below the elbow, had only shouted in pain; immediately after, ignoring what happened to him, he would send another fist with his remaining intact hand.
This must be an effect brought by the state he was in; his intellect he bragged about so much was disabled, he was moving with an instinct based only on destroying his enemy.
Alyon also had no thought like pitying his opponent; he responded to the attack coming upon him just like a moment ago. Mad Dog would lose his second arm this way too; his jumping at Alyon's neck with his mouth wide open, not understanding he had come to the end of the road, was a completely tragicomic move.
The orc warrior took a step forward; he would swing his weapon, whose crescent-shaped side he used, on an asymmetric path from bottom to top.
Alyon, needing to take only one step throughout the struggle between two people, had defeated his enemy by splitting his entire torso in two.
The gray-haired orc warrior hadn't used his lineage power; he was destroying the obstacle appearing before him with the pure strength nature bestowed upon him.
"Sir, Commander Igor was killed by the aggressive orc!"
The result would reach the command tent of the siege army five seconds after Mad Dog fell to the ground; the commanders expecting exactly the opposite news were in astonishment.
"How can this be? Since when has someone who could finish off that killer started existing on these lands?"
"Call back the forces besieging the headquarters, we must destroy this enemy first!"
Almost all of the command echelon consisted of Grey Hyenas; facing an enemy by whom their strongest was defeated, the decision they would make was so obvious.