Luitger had returned to Stormwind.  "I need a drink...," he thought.  His usual tavern of choice was the Boar's Tusk near the Mercenary Attache's office.  This was the usual haunt of the mercenaries.  He generally preferred it here.  The atmosphere was relatively light as most people were just here for a quick drink after before or after a job.  Besides, the presence of the Stormwind Guard kept people from starting trouble.  It was also convenient as attache's often came here first if they needed to do a mass hiring.  Now, was one such time.<br/><br/>"Raid! Raid! To the city walls!" was heard in the distance with the clang of alarm bells.  Luitger smirked.  This always meant work was around the corner.  He heard the rattle of boots outside as the Stormwind Guard messenger pushed open the door.  "Bounties doubled for every Horde killed!" was his message.  The same as it had always been.  He always needed money so he finished his pint and grabbed his helmet.  "Just put it on the tab, Mark," he said to the bartender.  "No problem.  Give 'em hell!" the bartender cheered.<br/><br/>It was the same every time.  Some Horde scum looking for glory or murder would sneak in and start murdering or capturing everyone in site.  This one was led by a well known Horde Orc bandit named Gilron the Pillager.  His warband consisted of an eclectic mix of Orcs, Trolls, Forsaken, Tauren, and Blood Elves.  Despite this, they were all here for murder and plunder.  It mattered little to him as he ran to them.<br/><br/>Anthony the Forsaken rogue thought he was having a great day.  He had shanked 5 guards already and now dragging an unconscious woman to meet up with his boss.  "Yes, she'll make a fine price at the auctions...," he chuckled.  It was his last thought for all time as he was crushed to dust and bones by Luitger's bastard sword.  "Now I know where the filth are gathering..." He stopped to check on the woman and sat her up against a wall.  Unfortunately, a Blood Elf warrior had seen him dash his comrade and he had already turned and run off.  "Damn it!" he screamed as he gave chase.  The Blood Elf was too fast for him and he had alerted his comrades, 20 of them armed with crossbows.  At their center stood Gilron.<br/><br/>"Well if it isn't the mighty Hundred Orc Slayer," he mocked.  He said nothing.  "Ah yes, the silent killer routine.  Oh so scary." "You have yet to know true fear, Gilron." "Don't insult me.  I have you at a complete disadvantage.  You have to charge at least 20 paces to even reach me and my men.  In that time, they will reduce you to a pincushion," Gilron mocked.  Luitger could see that the Orc was right.  He had chosen his ground well, but it mattered not.  He had lived through worse.  He wordlessly charged.<br/><br/>Gilron was taken aback by his reckless charge.  "Fire! Fire! Bring him down!" All the crossbows fired their bolts.  Luitger had held his bastard word in front of him counting on it and his armor and speed to see him through.  5 streaked past him, 4 bounced off his sword,  7 bounced off his armor, but 4 found purchase.  One hit embedded himself in his left arm, another in his right leg, one in his shoulder, and the other in his right hand.  This was too much pain to swallow as he doubled over.  "Haha! I like seeing you on your knees! Such a fitting place for a weak human!"<br/><br/>Luitger was mad, the Orc had outdone him.  However, he was determined to fight through.  Unexpectedly, he broke the bolt in his hand from sheer muscle tension and adrenaline.  The Horde warband was collectively shocked.  He then pulled the bolt out of his leg.  "Gilrog panicked.  "Reload, you idiots! Finish him!" However, they too were starting to panic.  Before they could finish, Luitger had pulled the remaining two out of his shoulder and arm.  The wounds were deep and there was already much blood.  "He's already wounded! Draw your blades! Finish him!" The raiders drew their blades and haphazardly charged.  Luitger grinned through the pain and mockingly waved them to him.<br/><br/>The first few were cut down easily.  These were men who were used to having the advantage of surprise.  Now it mattered little.  He counted as they fell...5...6...7...8...9...10  Unfortunately, he was slowing down due to blood loss.  A Troll rogue had attempted to get behind and backstab him.  Luitger sensed his presence only at the last second.  Though it hit no vitals, it left a bloody slash in his flank.  The Troll was quickly smashed into a puddle on the stonework.  Only 6 remained, scared of the grievously wounded man who simply would not fall.  "What are you idiots doing? Fight!" They dropped their weapons and ran as the black armored demon marched toward them.  "Wait! No!" His men were gone and only they stood.<br/><br/>Gilrog fell over and tried to scuttle away from Luitger.  "No! Wait! Please!" Luitger only marched forward impassively, his dripping wounds only making him terrifying.  Even with the mask, Gilrog could see his eyes.  He knew that look.  It was the look a wolf levels at a being it has long intended to kill.  Luitger was enjoying every second, but he still said nothing.  Luitger stood above the pathetic Orc, wrapped in the raw hatred he bore for all his kind.  He finally brought his blade down, messily severing both of his legs.  The Orc screamed in great pain.  "Crawl away, worm.  If you survive, I'll owe you a silver..." he uttered.  The Orc slowly tried to drag himself around a corner, but did not last.  The massive trauma and blood loss his body survived quickly took his toll and he died.<br/><br/>A minute passed as Stormwind guards came around the corner.  "Thanks be to the Light you're on our side!" one young guard said.  Luitger mumbled, "Yeah..." as he began to keel over.  Blood loss and the thinning of adrenaline had taken their toll.  The battle had physically cost him greatly.  Three of the guards went to catch him before he hit the ground.  "He's wounded badly! Get him to Lady Sinoraa! She'll patch him up!" "Yes, sir!"