The snows of the apocalypse

The mountainous circus resonated with a tremendous clamor of triumph. The large hairy anthropoids had won, thanks to Blade's help. The bodies of the Orcs, their hideous adversaries with the heavy faces of wild boars, littered the snow. As Blade wiped the blade of his sword, he saw his new allies closing in a circle, their bright gazes trained on him. The faces covered with long hair were now hostile. Would he be able to make himself understood by these non-humans or would he have to face them in a losing battle?