War was a terrible thing.
There was no two ways about it. Coming out and killing other people, risking your life and the life of your loved ones to determine who was right in the grand scheme of things...there were so many better ways to do things. None that these arrogant humans would listen to. With the war going on and after much deliberation, the elder had commanded them to raid the human army coming to strike at them. They had grown too arrogant with their older age, he told them. They forget who it was came first in the grand order of things. They thought themselves the wisest beings in the realm...well, they were wrong. And too narrow-minded to realize their own idiocy.
Fenris saw the idiocy of it. But he still agreed to fight. The humans had taken away anything that could make him remotely happy in this world. Why wouldn't he jump at the chance to avenge them? He just wished that they could avenge them without this needless bloodshed. He was perfectly aware of the fact that the man who's eye socket was punctured by his arrow probably had no involvement in defiling his mother. Nor did the man who's throat had been slit by his blade have anything to do with stringing up his father. But this was war. They were guilty by association and, until the race as a whole saw reason, they would fight to defend themselves from anymore sorrow. Not that these miscreants would understand that concept.
That was what brought Fenris to face off against a lone soldier named Roan. A weak, befuddled creature, he was. The clear look of a nobleman who barely knew how to fight. Another peasant dragged out to the slaughter of his men. The elves were more elegant...quicker, stronger. It wasn't to say there was anything wrong with humans, biologically...they were just inferior. That was the way the Makers of this world created them. If only they were granted the intelligence to understand that for themselves.
It didn't take him long to gain the upperhand over this human soldier. The man was backing away, trying desperately to break through Fenris' guard to no avail. However, one thing he found he could give these humans was their ingenuity. Even as he lunged to finish Roan off, another soldier darted off in the way. That was strange on its own. What soldier would throw himself on the end of a blade for their comrade rather than avenge him during the distraction? Oh, this one didn't even know how to use a sword, it seemed. He had tried to block, it was just poorly executed.
Wait, no...she had tried to block. Interesting. This caused Fenris to offer a small smirk to the human. "Having women fight your battles for you now, are you? Pathetic creatures." He swung up, slamming his right blade into Roan's own to force his guard open. The second blade came up quickly in an upward swipe. Even as the blow was made to hit home, the human managed to block once more. He as much more annoying than in this aspect than the other humans he'd killed this day.
The elf was about to move forward, but his ears twitched as he heard something out of place. He jumped back quickly, entering a defensive position. The forest wasn't quiet as it should have been. Of course, noise in the forest was normal. Birds chirping, insects calling...the sounds of nature were all around them. But it had grown quiet as the armies moved against each other. A signal of things to come, he was sure. And, of course, he was right. The two armies had inevitably clashed.
Now, though, a new sound entered the battle. The bellowing of a horn. It wasn't from either of their sides either. The guttural sounds of a new enemy made its way to his ears. A cry from one of their elves followed before a shout began to ring throughout the battle. "Orcs! The orcs are here!"
Fenris spat to the side in distaste. He hated humans. But at least some of the humans could show decency. The orcs were little more than animals. Despite the incompetence, their strength was nothing to scoff at. Add that on to the humans...both sides were battering each other relentlessly. Even if the orcs went against both sides, they would surely overwhelm the two forces, already divided against each other. "I guess our duel will be cut short. Consider yourself lucky, human." Despite his words, he didn't lower his guard, prepared for the imbecile to strike at him again. He wouldn't put it past the human cretin.
"Retreat! All of our forces must retreat!" The shout continued to ring out from both sides, neither wanting to tangle with both the orcs and their previous adversaries.