Zahlor watched her dissapear into the ground. The moment she did, he turned around and darted out of sight. He was heading in the direction of the dragons, but he would not confront beings of that power, yet. Orcs, Orcs had enslaved the Crimson dragon queen, and were breeding them as war horses. If Dragons were here, Orcs would not be far behind.
His feet thundered across the ground, he'd made his way to the outer parts of the city very quickly. He doubted the Orcs wouldn't send a infiltration party in ahead of the Dragon's themselves. Turning down an alleyway, he slammed a locked door down. Using the stairs be made his way to the building's roof, and stepped to the edge. His eyes swept back and forth, searching for his prey. A moment later, his suspicion was confirmed.
"Strike three. Your out."
The leader of the Orc party stopped, the rest of them, all five wearing black armour to blend into shadow stopped as well. He looked up to the roof top, and growled. "You again." He said. "Defiled human! You spared my life the last two times we met, you will learn to regret it." He Orc was refering to Zahlor's recent, and unknown to the humans, actions.
Zahlor shook his head. "I spared your life so that you would live to see another chance. I will not grant you a third." He reached down, and pulled his sword from the sheath. A mythical ring came from the metal running along the material as he pulled it out to hold it at his side.
The Orc laughed. "You may defeat us all, maybe not. You cannot stop the dragons, they will destroy this city."
Zahlor looked down at him, his face now showed the smallest hints of anger. "Not if I can help it." His eyes started to blaze gold, soon the blood in his viens pulsed with the same energy, physically empowering him. He tensed, then leaped from the roof top. Hurtling toward the ground, his sword flashed as he began to spin it in his hands in a methodical fashion. He landed hard, a small ripple of arcane energy emminating from the impact. Instantly the sound of metal on metal shattered the still somewhat peaceful sound of the day, Zahlor's sword had stopped spinning and was held vertical and unmoving, the Orcs mighty war axe stopped dead against it. The Orc pulled back, and swung again. Zahlor ducked under the swing and rushed forward, at the same time the Orcs companions closed in on him.