[center][b]Viktor Joins the Fight[/b][/center]

Viktor stood near the Southern Gate of Haven City. He was waiting for the warriors who said to meet there and fend off the Orcs that were coming to Haven City. Viktor was looking at the Gate, remembering the battles he had fought in over the years as an unquenchable thirst for blood came over him at the memory of all the foes he had slain on the battlefield, and how he would do it again. He licked his lips, imagining all the blood he would get from this upcoming fight, when, all of a sudden, he heard footsteps coming his way "It's time!" Viktor thought as he heard the warriors coming. As the warriors approached, an alarm bell rang, indicating that an Orc attack was imminent. Viktor smiled, pleased to join a fight, since it had been over a century since his last real battle, he was anxious to massacre the enemy forces and feed once again. Both warriors finally caught up to Viktor who had been waiting for them for the past three hours.

"Are you ready to join the fight?" said one of the men, he was a tall, muscular man, weilding two pistols, ready for the battle.

"Oh yes, I craved the taste of fresh blood, it has been a while since I had a fresh meal!" replied Viktor as he turned to look at one of the men while licing his lips, making the man tremble.

"We need all available men at the gate, I repeat, we need all available men at the gate!" shouted the commander of the Southern Gate defense.

"We need to get there, now!" yelled one of the warriors, signaling for them to move towards the Southern Gate.

Viktor quickly pulls out his blade and charges toward the Southern Gate to meet the Orcish army. He arrives and waits for the Orcs. The air around the men is heavy and filled with fear, Viktor can feel it all. The warriors pull their guns out and load them, prepared to meet the Orcs head-to-head. Viktor and the other warriors stand their ground, waiting for the attack, until, the war cries are heard coming from the horizon, immediately Viktor grins knowing that it's feeding time. The scent of blood in the air made Viktor lose his mind, focused on only one thing, feeding. The men decided that is was best to keep their distance from Viktor as he could not tell friend from foe when he was hungry.

"Warriors! Stand your ground, defend the Gate from the invaders! We will not lose today!" yells the commander of the troops to motivate the warriors for the fight to come.

There is tension in the air, the smell of blood is strong. Viktor takes a deep breath to take in that sweet, sweet scent of fresh blood, he breathes out just as a mass is seen in the distance.

"It's the Orcs, get ready men, defend the City!" shouts the commander as the Orcish army approaches.

While the warriors see only an army of brutes, Viktor only saw one thing, his next meal.