The Ogre Hunt
"Then come!" she shouted fearlessly. "Face me! I am Lane the first woman of Victor, the Blade of Death!"
Her voice echoed across the battlefield.
For a brief moment, even the sounds of battle seemed to fade.
The undead army continued advancing without emotion, but the living would have certainly been stunned by the declaration.
Lane stood atop a pile of shattered bones, her black hair dancing in the heated wind created by the burning battlefield. Ash drifted around her like snow.
A grin slowly appeared on her face.
"Victor is definitely going to complain when he hears about this."
She could almost picture his reaction.
The handsome young man with black hair and golden eyes would probably pinch the bridge of his nose and ask why she was announcing embarrassing nicknames in the middle of a battle.
The thought almost made her laugh.
"Too bad."
Her eyes shifted toward the approaching monsters.
"I think it sounds cool."
The two ogres roared.
