Warning: This chapter is entirely about the battle between the orcs and the ogres. It may not be entirely suitable for everyone. It hopefully is not horribly descriptive when it comes to the bloodiness of the battle, but please read with caution.

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"Take the princess and get out of here!" the young master commanded a nearby ogre as he raised his sword toward the invading Orcs. The ogre he had asked to save the Princess was almost a full 50 cm taller than the red-haired ogre with two fairly small white horns and grey skin. Without having to be told twice, the larger, burly ogre picked up the pink-haired princess and started off. First a village-wide fire and now invading orcs. This day couldn't get any worse and it wasn't even dawn yet. Instead, the village was lit by the burning flames and the moonlight.

"Where are you going, brother?!" the princess called desperately as she struggled in the larger ogre's grasp.

"I'm going to go find Little Blue," he yelled back to explain simply. He wasn't about to abandon her in this dying village. She promised that she would stay safe. She had to be safe or the young master would go insane. The blue-haired male glanced over from where he had been fighting an incoming Orc. Nearby, the white-haired swordsmaster had managed to take down an Orc. Despite their falling numbers, the orcs didn't seem to be slowing down.

"Old man, go with the princess. I'll find you after," the young master called to the white-haired ogre. He nodded at the command, disappearing as he went after the princess and the larger ogre from before.

"I'm going with you, young master," the blue-haired male said as he stood beside the red-haired one. Both their blades were raised toward the mass of armoured pigs.

"I wasn't going to ask you to leave," the young master replied with a smirk before the two jumped straight into the masses, hoping that they would see Little Blue fighting instead of laying on the ground like so many of their brethren were.

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"Run away!" The blue-haired girl said to the children behind her as her claymore blocked an attack from one of the Orc's halberd. The kids were frozen still, shaking in their boots as they stared at the large army of orcs that had cornered them at the edge of the village.

"Run into the forest and hide!" she demanded again as she pushed the orc's weapon away and readied herself for the next strike. She couldn't fight properly while trying to keep the children behind her. The children finally moved, albeit their legs were shaky. As they ran towards the forest line, she followed them slightly, trying to make sure they reached safety while fending off the orcs in front of her. With swift movements, she quickly launched herself forward, using her claymore to strike one orc down and her powers to drown another in a ball of water. The heterochromia girl then quickly jumped back, making sure that she still stood in the way between the fleeing children and the orcs.

A child's scream behind her caught her attention, making her turn ever so slightly to see what had happened while keeping an eye on the orcs in front of her. To her horror, another wave of orcs had arrived behind them just before the children were able to make it to the forest. They came from the sides of the houses and from between the forest trees. Without even blinking, the orcs picked off the children one by one, wasting no time before bringing them up to their mouths and tearing the kids in half. The blue-haired girl's eyes widened in disgust and absolute horror. Rage flew through her as she abandoned the orc army in front of her to try and attack the flanking army. She raced as fast as she could towards the last remaining children who had fallen to the ground in shock and fear, but it was to no avail as they too were picked off and eaten by the orc army. She screamed in rage and despair.

From behind her, a multitude of arrows formed from water appeared, an ability known as [Hydrokinetic Constructs]. Water as a weapon was only useful at high speeds, so, with as much momentum as she could provide, she launched all the arrows at the orcs. Her attack, titled [Rain Storm], pierced through the cracks of the orcs, demolishing an entire squad of the invaders. However, more just replaced them and soon enough she was surrounded by enemies. Around her, there was nothing but burnt houses and deceased ogres, though even the latter was disappearing as the orc army devoured them all right in front of her.

With all that she could, she launched herself and her claymore into their masses, raking her blade across the orcs' unprotected joints and taking them out one by one. It was an unending battle. Each orc she took down, two more surged forward to take her place.

I need to get back to the rest of the group, she thought to herself. As the old, white haired instructor had taught her, there was safety in numbers. She had to get back to the other living ogres where they could fight together. With her lower stamina, she didn't stand a chance in a long fight. She needed the safety in numbers.

With that in mind, she pushed herself forward, trying to break the line of orcs in front that stood between her and what was hopefully the rest of her villagers. Her claymore was soaked with the blood of the orcs and she wasn't escaping without injury either. Her hair was matted with her blood and the blue and white kimono that she wore stained with red, both from her blood and the orcs.

She fought as hard as she could, taking down orc after orc until she managed to see the flames of the rest of the burning village. It wasn't supposed to be a good thing, but it meant that she was at least that much closer to what she hoped were living ogres. With her goal in sight, she continued swinging her claymore, her movements looking as if she were dancing. She dodged and parried as her life depended on it. She killed each orc that stood in her way until she reached the opening.

To her dismay, there was little to nothing left of the burning village. It was void of any visible living ogres and instead was filled with the sight of the large pigs feasting on her fellow ogres. She had spent too long fighting those orcs with the children.

The blue-haired ogre gritted her teeth, turning so that her back was to a building and she could keep an eye on both sides of orc army. She was surrounded. There had to be something she could do to stay alive. She was sure the young master, her cousin and the princess had made it out safely. Well, she was telling herself that they had. There was no way for her to know, but the only thing between her and death was her hope that she would see them again.

She eyed both sides of her opponents; one side was busy feasting and the other was steadily marching towards her, the front line not bothering to stop while the orcs following behind picked up any dead ogres and orcs and devoured them. She decided that her best course of action would be to attack those who were currently occupied with eating. Their weapons were on the ground, and while they were still within reach, she could take them out faster than she could the army with their weapons raised in defense. So, with her mind made up, she dashed towards the side that was feasting on her dead comrades. She tried not to look too much, as the dead eyes of her fellow villagers would just haunt her.

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The red-haired young master struck down yet another orc, regrouping with the blue-haired friend. Nearby, the purple-haired female they had trained with also managed to group up with them and struck down a few herself with her heavy broadsword.

"We need to find Little Blue and escape," the young master said, feeling his stamina decreasing with each battle he was forced to fight. Each time he felt more and more tired, he also felt more dread build up in him. The blue-haired girl that he had known for 16 years barely had enough stamina to fight for one hour with him. This battle had been going on for two, almost three hours now. Each second that passed meant less and less chance for her to be alive.

"There," the purple-haired female pointed to their left and they saw various whips of water flying back and forth in the air, taking out orc after orc. "Little Blue must be over there." Without thinking twice, the group shot off in that direction, taking out any orcs they met along the way. It had to be her. There was no one else who had that much control over water in this village.

Sure enough, across the vast army of orcs, the blue-haired girl had summoned up whips of water and an endless barrage of daggers made of water. The whips did nothing more than irritate the orcs since there wasn't enough speed to slice through them completely, but it did help injure the enemy and tire them out. The blades were a hit or miss and if she was too close, the blades wouldn't gain enough momentum, so she saved those for further enemies while using her claymore to strike down those closest to her.

Finally, she could see hope as a ball of orange and red fire across from the orc army flared. It was the young master. Only he had that much power over the flames. With her energy quickly depleting, she pushed herself even more, trying to get across the orc army back to her friends. Leaping over a few, she left them in hopes that she could rejoin her friends sooner.

"Little Blue!" She heard the young master and her cousin call loudly for her. They were just beyond a small wall of a few hundred orcs. She fought desperately, trying to get to the other side. As the last line of orcs stood between her and her friends, an orc general stepped up facing the lone blue-haired girl. She wanted to cry in fear, but there was no time for her emotions to become her downfall. She was so close. She raised her claymore, both of her hands gripped so tight on the handle that her knuckles turned white to the point it was visible on her pale blue skin.

She was scared. She was terrified even. If this had been just a dream, she would've collapsed in fear and let herself die so she could wake up. However, she knew this wasn't a dream. Her aching muscles and bones told her that this was very much real. There wouldn't be a second chance if she were to perish right here. She didn't necessarily care about dying, but she had the young master and her cousin to think about. How would they feel if she died? Not to mention, her parents that abandoned their village just so she could live happily. How would they feel if she were to die without fighting until her last breath?

The orc general seemed to smirk down at her, knowing that she was desperately low on stamina. Her stance was weaker than before and her sword was lower, but she tried her best not to show it. The orc general was the one to make the first move, raising his halberd high in the air and swinging it down at her. She dodged the attack, knowing that she didn't have the strength to parry it at the moment. There had to be some way to defeat the orc quickly. Around her, the other orcs that were aiming for her seemed to have stopped and allowed the general to fight her one on one. She would've been glad except that this general was a harder opponent than the orcs. Behind the general, the other half of the orc army was concentrated on the young master and his companions.

The general raised his blade again, swinging roughly at her as she leapt out of the way. One hit would surely knock her out. There had to be a way. The only good thing at this moment was that the halberd that the orcs wielded were heavy and slower than she and her claymore. Most attacks could be avoided as long as she was careful. The only problem was that the halberd the general was holding was carefully poised so that she wouldn't be able to reach any of the chinks in his armor without getting hit.

The blue-haired girl let out a growl of annoyance. Deciding to take her chances, she rushed towards the orc, feinting to the left before quickly following up on the right. It seemed to work as she managed to get close enough to stab him in one of the chinks in the armor, but to her dismay, didn't seem to faze him at all. She quickly withdrew her sword, jumping back to avoid the hand of the larger orc. Landing on her feet, she skidded back slightly, panting and extremely exhausted. Her sword felt so heavy and the tip of it was dragging against the ground.

I have to fight, She told herself. The young master and my cousin are just past here. I can fight.

However, no matter how much she told herself she had the energy to keep fighting, she couldn't find it in her to raise her blade again. Maybe it was the fear that spread throughout her entire body or the aching feeling she had that seemed to incapacitate her, but all she could do at the moment was stand shakily in front of the orc general with her blade dragging against the ground. The orc general seemed to find it amusing and opted to kill her in a slow death.

He raised to his side, ready to swing it in a low arc horizontally as if to slice her in half. She saw it, yet she couldn't move an inch. Her legs seemed to not want to listen to her and she stared in horror as the blade swung towards her.

It all happened so quickly that she wasn't quite processing it. As the orc's halberd swung, the young master had broken through the last line of defense between him and the blue-haired girl. He yelled out for her, as if pleading for her to move, dashing forward to try to attack the orc general. His advance was stopped as a small wave of orcs immediately stood between him and the general, willingly giving up their lives for their superior.

At the same exact moment, two figures crossed into the blue-haired girl's line of vision. One was a male with dark blue hair not unlike her cousin and a single, pure white horn. The second was a female with light blue hair that was almost identical to her own that had two white horns protruding outwards. They shoved the young girl away, instead taking her place. In the same moment the blade came across them, the young blue-haired girl felt her sunset eye flash and throb. At the same moment that her [Haemokinetics] had taken the life of her parents, the blade had sliced the two in half. Blood splattered onto her face, her blue hair getting stained with the blood of her parents. [Haemokinetics] settled and began developing it's counterpart, [Haemokinetic Constructs], not that she knew how to use it though.

To her, it seemed as if everything had come to a standstill. Even the young master and her cousin who had witnessed everything quickly killed off the orcs but felt like they couldn't approach her. She stared wide eyed at the bodies of her dead parents. The parents that she had so desperately wanted to see for so long. She had wanted to see them, but definitely not like this. Not cut in half by an orc army that was never supposed to be here in the first place. She didn't want to see them at all but she wanted them alive and well, living their lives happily. She couldn't even scream or cry her sorrows. There had been no time to utter a single word, much less a single goodbye. There was not even a minute for her to tell them how much she had missed them and how much she was sorry that her birth forced them to leave the village that loved them so dearly. There was not even second for her to tell them how much she loved them and wished for their happiness.

The orc general didn't even seem to blink. He lifted his blade again, preparing to strike at her. She lifted her head and turned her gaze away from her deceased parents. She wasn't quite sure who had been the one to officially take their lives, whether it was her or the orc general in front, but she knew she wanted revenge. Her blood stained claymore glinted dangerously as she raised it again, letting out a heart-tearing cry of pain and anger as she ran towards the general.

"Little Blue, no!" the young master yelled, trying to reach her in time. They had all seen how her parents reappeared and were torn away again from her in a split second. They knew that she must be beyond enraged especially after seeing fallen ogres left and right and then immediately after, seeing her fallen parents. Despite that, they wanted her to forget getting revenge and escape. There was no way they could fight off the orc army now. There were hundreds of thousands of them flooding in by the minute. However, another orc army appeared between the trio and the blue-haired-girl. They were never ending it seemed. There was no way to win this battle with just the three of them there. They had to escape.

"We need to go now!" the purple-haired ogre said desperately as she used her broadsword to deflect the blade of a nearby orc. "If we keep trying to get to her, we'll be killed ourselves."

"As much as I don't want to admit it, she's right," the blue-haired male said. His own dual blades were slicing into as many ogres as he could, but it didn't seem like enough.

"We can't just leave her in the midst of this army!" The young master argued angrily. "This is your cousin and a fellow student of that old man. She's my best friend. There's no way we're leaving her here alone."

"She's too far to reach right now," the blue-haired boy refuted. He was frustrated as well and clearly upset that he couldn't save his cousin, but at the very least, he could protect the young master. That was always the priority of every villager. The bloodline of the leading family was the most important thing to them and the red-haired male was the head of the destroyed village. He was one of the two remaining ogres with the blood of their leaders.

"We can't leave her!" the young master argued again, raising his blade and sending a ball of flames into the ogre group to try to reach the girl who they could see was still fighting the orc general. The divide between them was increasing as more orcs flooded in.

"We have to!" the blue-haired ogre replied harshly.

"She's your cousin! How could you even think about abandoning her in this battlefield?!"

"She may be my cousin, but you are the young master. There may be only a few of us left, but you are our leader. You cannot risk your safety for one ogre, even if it is Little Blue. We have to leave now." Without waiting for another rebuttal from the red-haired ogre, his two companions fought their way towards the edge of the group, dragging the young master with them. As much as he wanted to fight against them, he couldn't without risking all three of their lives. So with a heavy heart, he turned away from the female who was fighting all alone and escaped with two of the last few ogres of the village still alive.

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In her rage, the blue-haired girl could think of nothing but killing as many orcs as she could. Her rage and sadness fueled her adrenaline, allowing her to lift her blade once more. She sent barrage after barrage of blades, each one becoming more and more effective until the blades made of water hardened to for blades of ice. They pierced through the orcs easier and caused them more harm than the simple blades of water from before. As her rage increased even more, a small hurricane formed around her, battering the orcs with pelts of water and wind. Evolved from [Rain Storm], this was [Iced Hurricane]. The orcs were stalled for the moment as her storm kept them back while she took care of the general. He put up a good fight, but it wasn't enough as she pelted him endlessly with blades of ice and her own claymore.

Below the barrage of rain and ice, the two deceased blue-haired ogres laid at the eye of the hurricane. The wind and rain swirled around the two bodies, as if protecting them from the enemies. The orcs nearby desperately tried to reach the bodies, wanting to consume them in their endless hunger but the ice battered them back and the strong winds surrounding the bodies swept them away. Even if their daughter hadn't managed to save their lives, at the very least she could protect them from being devoured by the forever starving orcs.

The young ogre desperately wanted to drag out the orc general's death for as long as she could, but she knew that it was a horrible idea even in her rage. She would have to kill him as quickly as possible. She raised her claymore, using her entire body weight to parry his halberd before striking straight through the orc's armor. Blood splattered all over the girl, coating her front side completely in red. Finally, he was defeated.

She jumped off his dead body, wincing in pain as her sore muscles made themselves known again, and retreated to her parents' halved bodies. There, she collapsed onto her knees, facing her dead parents as she let herself cry. She didn't even process the movements of the orc army as they quickly devoured their own general. The only thing keeping them from the three ogres was the hurricane that surrounded them.

The blue-haired girl reached out to hold one of each of her parents' hands. The icy feeling of their hands seemed to just solidify that she had found and lost her parents all in one second. She felt like dying alongside them. The pain of not knowing whether or not she was the thing that killed them in the end ate away at her and she clawed at where her heart would be, releasing heart wrenching sobs as she apologized to her parents over and over. She had avenged her parents even by just a little bit by killing the general, but if their own daughter had been the thing to kill them in the end, how could she ever atone for her sins. Even her life at this point wouldn't be worthy as a repayment.

As she cried, the hurricane around her seemed to intensify, forcing the orcs back even more as she screamed out her sorrows. Her blade had been sheathed and the scabbard and blade had been placed carefully to the side of her knelt form. Should she let the orcs devour the three of them together? Would her parents accept that as payment? For her to be torn apart while she was still alive and feel the pain of her wrongdoings?

As she contemplated her painful death, a blue shine on her mother's dead torso caught her eye. It was a flower clip, the one that the young master had given her. Stained blood red, the crimson liquid was dripping off the petals. As each drop fell, more of the blue flower shined through.

Until this flower dies, remember that I will always need you by my side.

She picked up the flower gently and clipped it back into her hair. The young master needed her still. She couldn't die just yet. There was no way she could leave the young master to deal with the aftermath of this by himself. She promised to herself that she would be there for him through thick and thin, through pain and growth.

"I'm sorry, Mother and Father. Your unfilial daughter can't atone for your deaths just yet. The young master is waiting for me." She leaned over and gently kissed the foreheads of her parents. "I hope you find peace and you'll forgive me for not dying with you here on this battlefield. I will pay with my life once the young master doesn't need me anymore."

She carefully climbed up off her knees, picking up her claymore as she stood. With ease, she swung the scabbard diagonally across her back and drew the long sword, pointing it straight into the mass of orcs that stood by. The hurricane surrounded them began to die down.

"I'm sorry that I don't have the strength to bury you before I leave. I hope you'll forgive me for all I've done wrong to you. I've missed you more than you'll ever know, and I'll love you until I die, my beloved parents," she vowed in a small whisper. At her last few words, the hurricane completely died down and the orcs surged forward towards the three, half of them aiming to eat the deceased and the other half aiming to kill the survivor.

With the last bit of energy she had within her, she jumped over the orcs, using minimal energy to fight back and remained defensive as she made her escape. Despite having fought for hours, the sun hadn't even risen yet though the sky was beginning to lighten. She muttered one last apology to her parents and the rest of the deceases villagers before heading off into the forest in hopes of somehow finding the young master alive again.

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When day broke, it was followed with rain and dark clouds. The last survivors of the ogre village made their way back into what was left after the orcs had rampaged through. Without the blue-haired girl, their numbers totaled six out of three hundred. The burning village had all but become ashes. Piles of burnt wood laid in the place of what were once houses. There were no bodies left, not an orc or ogre in sight minus the six survivors.

As soon as the wreck of the village came into sight, the red-haired young master took off running. He took turns that led him back to the last location where he had seen his precious Little Blue. Her cousin followed behind closely while the other four trailed a bit farther behind. As they raced through the village, fear began to spread as there were no bodies to be seen. If there had been at least bodies, they could confirm whether or not someone had died. Left with nothing, they could only assume the worse lest they raise their hopes only to never see anyone else ever again.

As he reached the blue-haired girl's last known location, he collapsed onto his knees. The only proof that she had been there was the arc of blood from her parents and the faint puddles of water that surrounded the entire area. He let out a heartbroken scream into the silent, demolished village as he fell, the pained scream dying into cries as he knelt down at the center of the road where she had fought. Not too far from him, her blue-haired cousin gritted his teeth and fought back the tears. He supposed what he was feeling was survivor's guilt, especially after being one of the ones to insist that they save the young master over trying to reach his own cousin. His pained expression said it all as he had to force himself to consider that she most likely perished. Beside him, the old white-haired ogre said nothing as he grieved the loss of a bright pupil and allowed the two males nearby him to grieve the loss of a dear family member. To make things worse, aside from grieving for the blue-haired girl, they were also grieving for the loss of their entire village.

Seeing her older brother's reaction, the princess could only assume that after he had run off to find the blue-haired girl, he had almost succeeded, only to fail horribly. It had been at the back of her mind when he came back with the blue-haired male and the purple-haired female, but not the happy, heterochromia female that they had bonded so deeply with. In her shock, the pink-haired princess refused to believe it, but she now stood in front of a demolished village and yet the bright blue hair of the girl she had befriended was nowhere to be seen. The princess fell to the ground, curling up under the falling planks of a nearby house as she let herself cry. The burly ogre that had carried the princess away stood nearby quietly.

The purple-haired female angrily and sadly stomped through the streets alone. She wasn't as close to the girl as the other three were, but they had been training together for years. She hated that she was the first to suggest to leave the young girl alone, especially since she was just a mere 16 years old. The purple-haired female was a whole 4 years older than her. She stood a bit farther from the group once she had returned, her guilt eating away at her.

After a long minute, the young master's sobs died down and he stood back up, his head hung low.

"We need to keep moving," he said stiffly, his hands clenched into a tight fist by his sides. "We need to gather ourselves together so we can avenge all of those who have fallen today."

"There are only six of us left, how can we fight against an army of thousands?" the blue-haired ogre asked logically. He wanted desperately to avenge his cousin and all the rest of his fallen family, but he didn't want their deaths to be in vain. They needed a solid plan to go by.

"For now, we will focus on attacking the leader. If we see a masked majin, they are our enemies as well. When the fires first started, there were masked majin all throughout the village." The red-haired ogre dug his nails into his hand causing blood to trickle down his palm and drip onto the ground.

I'm sorry for leaving you, Little Blue. Could you ever forgive me?

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Hey everyone! 

I hope this chapter wasn't too gore-y and bloody. I tried to keep the descriptions from getting too much. <3

Also, a random fact I found while continuing my research during this chapter that I thought was pretty interesting:

On the wikia page for Kurobe, there is a section that says "There is a franchise-wide running gag involving Kurobe where he is never featured on the cover of the light novels or manga, including spin-offs. Even in the anime, he is never shown in the openings aside from one shot that shows him in the background while walking, though even in that case his face happens to be hidden by a tree branch that prevents the audience from seeing his face."

Poor Kurobe.

I hope everyone stays safe and healthy!
ThePurpleDragon