Spare him

"I'm not killing you," you say, turning and moving away.

"That's not how this works," Karstuk says furiously. "One of us needs to die."

You walk away from the Chieftain to the edge of the room, before you hear a roar. You turn, to see Chieftain Karstuk has grabbed his greatsword again, standing. You quickly ready yourself to fight back.

"If you don't give me the honorable **** required, I'll take it myself," Karstuk yells.

With that, Karstuk lets out a mighty roar, falling on his own blade. The blade stabs into his chest, the sharp metal running through his chest. Blood drips from his mouth before he collapses into the dirt, dead.

There's a moment of silence, which is broken by deep, booming laughter.

"Fuck me, that was impressive!" a voice cries.

You turn, to see an Orc standing up, clapping. He's a huge beast, wearing black, spiky armor without a helmet. A tattoo of a beast in black and red ink runs up his neck and the side of his face. He heaves a massive battleaxe in his hand, a single-edged blade with a large, curving spike on the other end.

"Bravo, bravo," he grins.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Kilzul Maka Bloodaxe, the new Chieftain of the Blackfury Clan."

"You seem awfully cheerful for a man who just had his chieftain murdered."

"Bah, I never liked him much, anyway," Bloodaxe shrugs.

"This is a fucking disgrace! How can you applaud this!?" one of Karstuk's Berserkers screams. "He gave Karstuk the least honorable **** possible! His soul with wander Lethe forever! This is a disgrace. We will not follow a leader who applauds this!"

With that, Karstuk's Berserkers angrily rush away from the stands, heading away.

"Well, fuck them," Bloodaxe says. "No grudge can remain after what the fuck just happened. Denzig, escort the humans to whatever spare huts we have. I need to reconsider their offer, given what happened the last Chieftain. We talk in the morning. We could all use some sleep."

With that, an Orc, presumably Denzig, begins to round up the various men under your control and leading them to the guest huts. You follow, ready to relax after some fun killing.