The WAAAAGGGHHH! of Remnant

Iz that you, Borgut?

"𝙏𝙝𝙪𝙙, 𝙏𝙝𝙪𝙙, 𝙏𝙝𝙪𝙙"

Metal boots clanked through out the trek through the forest. The blackie beasts were the challenge you wanted, not the one you needed either. Rage and anger was seeming. Your red eye had veins more visible than your actual pupil. Gitsnik chopped up many scorpions, wolves, bears, and even giant snakes. Though not providing any difficulty to your exceptional work as a monster slaying killing machine. A very noticeable path of violence followed you, a path that continued ever strong. The beasts seem to be attracted to you, almost sensing every ounce of the destruction filled aura that had made you its host. After a couple hours of ass kicking later. Lights and buildings were seen. 𝘈 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘩? 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘚𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘋! A smirk appeared on your scarred face, a sight many beings have learned to be their last. You picked up your pace. Every step had left cracks into the earth. The rocks and grass soon turned to pavement and the roads you knew what carriages rode upon. A fight would have been a welcome occurrence, but luck was not on your side. Instead of the Humans, and the humans with animal parts, charging you or fleeing from you, they were instead worried at the group of humans wearing white. You stopped right in your tracks. You glared at them, thinking that would rise their fears of you. But alas, barely any of them noticed you, except a few which then rushed over to you. Seemingly ignoring your off appearance, they rushed to tell you that the humans with animal parts were criminals, and it was your job as a "huntsman" to help stop them. You sneered. Who demands things of Grimgor? While you were confused at everything, one of the men with a pair of rabbit ears raised their gun and shot. A very loud bang rang out, and a small object ricocheted off your head. Laughing at the useless bullet, you rushed at them. Axe swinging you cut off both ears off the poor soul. Screams of pain were flooding out of his mouth as the rest watched on in horror. He dropped to the ground holding the remains on his red stained hood. The rest of them charged at you demanding revenge for their brother, whose skull is now a pulp under your boot. "Finally!" You thought. "A bloody good fight" Every second more faunus laid dead, with heads split or torsos missing many limbs. Any sword was turned aside due to your armor, crafted by only the best dawi-zharr smiths the old world had offered. Other than the screams and cries of the onlookers, laughs and taunts were also heard, you loved every bit of this. The beasts before barely made any noise, as if they didnt feel pain at all. Crowds had gathered from the streets around. Many children were forced to have their sight covered from the slaughter. Humies wearing some type of metal gear were keeping the others back, as a form of protection from you, or the ear'd men. A nickname you found to fit them. After a pile of corpses had stained the ground, another one entered your vision. You could tell he was their leader, by his obviously better war gear and how he ordered the survivors to retreat. You could sense his rage and thirst for revenge as his glared at you. You set Gitsnik on your shoulder and held your other hand out pointing at his fallen brothers and sister, mocking them for their failure to put down one orc. Even the humans from the empire could last longer than they could. 

"Come on then, you'z iz letting these worthless, dyin' fighters watch you stand there while they iz dying. Here I thought you'z waz a warrior, a leader, but no, you iz just some coward! COME ON, YOU EAR'D MAN! FIGHT GRIMGOR IRONHIDE! LET THE GROUND BE COLORED IN YOUR WEAK BLOOD!" 

He stepped back from your loud roaring. Fear then filled his face to the brim covering any anger he felt. Turning on his feet, he ran. Some of the knights from earlier rush to stop him, the rest circled you. They raised some type of gun, much better looking than the works of the humies you fought. Many of the ear'd humans in the crowds glared and shouted at you. Demanding that you faced justice for the butchering of their kin. Not even glancing at the ones circling you, you walked over to a still crying woman. She held the body of another one, she felt the air from your breath on her wolf ears. Slowey, she turned, just to be met with a fist that scattered bits and shards of her brain and skull across the floor. Gasps and screams were heard from all around you. Even the knights made sure to have a few feet away from you. A small tink and small sharp object hit your arm. You scowled at it, then a bit of pain as a shock came from the object. You effortlessly let the electricity run out as the men around realized it. A few more of them shot more of the shockers at you, having little to no effect. Laughing at their attempts to subdue you. In almost a blur, you swung your right arm to the left, many of the men fell down or had their weapons torn out of their grasp. Then you copied that but with your left. You yanked Gitsnik out of the body of a boy, no older than 16. You were about to have a second fight, but a shout all too familiar rang out. 

"GRIMGOR?!?"

Eye wider than Morrslieb, you peered over your shoulder. There stood a black orc, one you haven't seen since the day Crom killed you. You stood jaw gaping at him. Seconds later you questioned him, almost not believing the sight of your right hand man. 

"Borgut lad?"

(Author note here) Hoped you like part 3 of the WAAGGGHHH of Remnant! School is almost over with so I will be writing more stories really soon. How will the story change due to Borgur Facebeater making himself know to you? How will the council react to this discovery of Grimgor? AND HOW WILL I REALIZE TO SAVE IMPORTANT DRAFTS AND NOT FORGOT TO? Love you guys!