The man had destabilised an entire enemy camp on his own. Most would say stealth isn't his strong suit, but he didn't see the problem. He was a fine warrior and he knew that. He had black chest armour, with horns on his shoulder blades showing the gothic features of the Orcish culture. He had gold earrings, and and a rather intriguing scar running down his eye, but it was partially hidden by the eye-patch he wore. He had a circular shield on his back. It was coloured dark grey and red. It had the crest of Orcinia at its center. It was made of some rare kind of metal, not unbreakable but extremely durable nonetheless. By his side hung a silenced Mk47. A semi-automatic rifle chambered in 7.62 rounds. It held 20 rounds in each magazine. He had a knife pouch on his thigh, and a secondary 'sleep' pistol on his belt. All in all, he was a dangerous man. No. Dangerous Orc. He also had long hair tied in a bun and a face mask hiding the lower half of his face, but his tusks protruded from holes in the mask. It also seemed to provide some assistance with breathing. The land he'd just taken belonged to Tsukias. A remote village, but not their main one. He only killed when necessary, most of them he put to sleep and extracted via fulton. They'd go to prison or better yet, be turned. Better to use a soldier than end them. The village chief? He'd put a bullet in his head. Next in his agenda was to find a local shrine. Some kind of ancient temple had been mentioned to him in a tavern fill of outlaws.

His army finally descended from a flying heli-carrier. Para-soldiers parachuted in and covered the perimeter and the major of the unit approached Sai, who was taking a smoke leaning against the house of the tsukia chief. Blood was splattered along his black chest armour. He seemed to be at home, almost. At home... In war? Maybe that's all he knew.

"good work, sir. Seems like you extracted most of them. Going soft?"
The major jested. He knew Sai well.

"No, but once you kill you have to call cleanup as well. If I put them to sleep there's not much to cleanup, and I save that much more time. The chief was a different story. He had to go. I gave him a choice to swear fealty to the High-Chief. He denied it. He earned my respect, but we know what happens to enemies. "
Erlathan replied and sighed.

" Hm. Alright. Will you still be needing that para-regiment we talked about earlier? "
The major questioned.

" yeah. Nearby shrine. Might have some old weapons, or better yet - something to control all of these religious fûckers. If there's one thing they're scared of, it's their superstitions and their gods. "
Erlathan took another drag of his cigarette.

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