He placed a hand on the orc's shoulder, making it break into a cold sweat.
"Now now, my friend, there's no need to be afraid of me. I have a use for you, and as long as you help me out — you will be a free ma... I mean orc."
Unlike what he expected, the orc tries to raise his axe towards him. Yet before it could even reach the halfway point, Magnus had it firmly gripped in his hand.
Trying to move the axe, yet it kept failing time and time again. The orc struggled for one last moment, then sighed in resignation.
"What do you want, human?"
"Simple, lead me back to your tribe." Magnus spoke, his gaze cold.
"NOOO—!" The orc shouted before trying to get away.
Two steps, before it's head was buried into the snow, a hand clutching the back of his neck.
Magnus whisper sounded like the devils words. "That wasn't a request."
"I have a family, I will not let you know where the camp is!"
