Hethor was ready to battle again. This time Master Gunhen was creating very life-like snoworcs. Each on had its own weapon of snow, some even having shields. He also worked on their clothing, each one had chainmail and boots and such.
"Master Gunhen, what are you doing? You do know that no matter how much detail you put into them, the'll never come to life," Hethor said as the little old man finished his last one.
"Thatt's what you think," the little old man muttered under his breath. He kept dancing around, making touch-ups here and there.
"You keep making them, I have to go get another drink," Hethor said, walking away. The Rohannian man finished another mug of hot apple cider and returned to where his master was waiting. Hethor encountered a very odd suprise when he returned, for there were almost three dozen live orcs just milling around.
"That'll teach you that I am alot smarter than you think," then he said, turnng to the orcs, "ATTACK!"
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"Kill them all for all I care. You just keep that bow away from me!"
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