Ruthless.
Zeltron beckoned the Orc Commander with a confident gesture, signalling him to come closer.

“Are you not even going to pick up your weapon?, Do you already feel defeated, needing to embellish your own humiliation further ?”

The Orc Commander taunted with a sinister laugh, eying Zeltron with disdain, because he was Taller and believed he is stronger, he pushed his face into Zeltron’s, baring his fierce canines.

Zeltron glanced around, realizing that none of the other Orc Commanders supported him.

They all laughed at their Orc Commander’s jokes, oblivious to Zeltron’s true battle prowess.

He couldn’t blame them; as he had hardly raised his halberd in this war, rendering it merely a decorative piece in their eyes.

“Toward fools like you, drawing my halberd would only be embarrassing,” Zeltron retorted, disgusted, spitting onto the ground.

“I prefer to defeat you with my bare hands, That way, you won’t be able to deny my victory when I do win.”

The Orc Commander chuckled, impressed
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