The Orkish army gathered itself within visable range of the city they were about to demolish. They stomped and cheered, easily intimidating the cowardly inhabitants. Near the back of the army, Damien stepped up on a small hill to get a better view. He scowled at the sight of that rancid, crime-infested city. It was his former home, a nest of deceit and debauchery. Even the church that had raised him had fed him nothing but lies. They gave safe haven to witches, vampires, and whatever else suited their malicious economy. Now associated with the Orks, and having professed his loyalty to the Lord of Darkness himself, Damien would take vengeance on the people who caused the murder of his beloved Saria. 

Damien pulled up his black hood. He was a fighter, as well as a necromancer, trained in the longsword more than anything else, but there was no use throwing himself to the enemy when much sturdier orks pridefully vied for the front line. He would bide his time in back. With his young, eager blood, Damien smirked at the thought of how horrified the enemy would be when they saw their fallen rising up again as undead slaves. His bitterness had made him completely devoid of mercy. He'd kill them, all of them, as many as his lord demanded. Everything he had gone though had led to this very day. Humbly, he prayed, "Lord Asmodeus, I crawl before you. Lead me to my vengeance, and I will love and serve you for eternity." 

Just then, the comlink in his ear went off and a holographic image flickered on from a device strapped to his left arm. Damien lifted is arm. "I am here, commander." 

A poorly-detailed image of an ork responded. "Varomere. The range-jumper is being carried by one of our strongest warriors. He has been instructed to go in deep and drop as many bodies as possible. Your spells should jump to his location and go off there, making it look like they were cast at his location..."

Damien exhaled in a sigh, as he knew how this tech worked already.

"...you have to turn on your amplifier before the spell is jumped. Is that clear?"

"Yes, commander."

"Good. Hail to the warchief!" And the comlink blipped off immediately. 

Whitish eyes glaring, Damien watched the battle unfold with his soul sense.