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Kath · 10-30-2005, 04:28 PM

Throwing off the carcass of the dead Elf that he had just killed, Ugburz turned and spat at it. He'd been gald to get into battle at last, especially with the dangerous atmosphere inside the orc camp at the moment. There had been some kind of argument between Kharn and that brute Grimkul, though the stories about what had caused it had grown so wild that Ugburz didn't know the real reason, and wasn't about to ask anyone that did as he felt quite attached to his life.

Ducking to avoid a blow Ugburz quickly brought his attention back to the battle. The sword coming at him glanced off his leg and he howled as it hit his wound. He was fortunate in that the cut had healed, unlike the wounds of other orcs, as an injured soldier is of little use in battle and those who would not be able to fight so well had been used almost as bait to ensure the more capable fighters had a chance to get into the battle. Still, the blow hurt, and the pain fuelled the anger and hatred Ugburz felt towards these creatures. He drove his sword up through his enemy and watched with satisfaction as blood gushed from it's mouth. Yanking his weapon back his kicked the body as it fell and looked around to find another victim.

It was impossible to tell from his position who was winning, He could see the bodies of both Elves and orcs, as well as men, but there seemed equal numbers of all. Also, he was still outside the city, fighting those who were vainly trying to stem the onslaught of enemy forces, so he couldn't tell how the battle was going inside the walls. This was maddening, to be in the midst of the action and yet so far from anything important. But no matter how he tried he could not get to the gates. He was blocked at every turn, and never mind how many he killed there always seemed to be more Elves.

Persevering he pushed forward again, dodging wild swings from both friend and foe as fights raged on around him, and he kept alert. The Elves moved so quietly even in their armour that he had to keep a sharp eye out for them, as they had caught him unawares several times already, and only luck and quick reactions had saved him from a fate he wasn't ready to meet quite yet. Disposing of another Elf he kept moving, trying not to be drawn into fights that would push him backwards, steadily going toward the city.

10-30-2005, 04:28 PM	#198
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	Throwing off the carcass of the dead Elf that he had just killed, Ugburz turned and spat at it. He'd been gald to get into battle at last, especially with the dangerous atmosphere inside the orc camp at the moment. There had been some kind of argument between Kharn and that brute Grimkul, though the stories about what had caused it had grown so wild that Ugburz didn't know the real reason, and wasn't about to ask anyone that did as he felt quite attached to his life. Ducking to avoid a blow Ugburz quickly brought his attention back to the battle. The sword coming at him glanced off his leg and he howled as it hit his wound. He was fortunate in that the cut had healed, unlike the wounds of other orcs, as an injured soldier is of little use in battle and those who would not be able to fight so well had been used almost as bait to ensure the more capable fighters had a chance to get into the battle. Still, the blow hurt, and the pain fuelled the anger and hatred Ugburz felt towards these creatures. He drove his sword up through his enemy and watched with satisfaction as blood gushed from it's mouth. Yanking his weapon back his kicked the body as it fell and looked around to find another victim. It was impossible to tell from his position who was winning, He could see the bodies of both Elves and orcs, as well as men, but there seemed equal numbers of all. Also, he was still outside the city, fighting those who were vainly trying to stem the onslaught of enemy forces, so he couldn't tell how the battle was going inside the walls. This was maddening, to be in the midst of the action and yet so far from anything important. But no matter how he tried he could not get to the gates. He was blocked at every turn, and never mind how many he killed there always seemed to be more Elves. Persevering he pushed forward again, dodging wild swings from both friend and foe as fights raged on around him, and he kept alert. The Elves moved so quietly even in their armour that he had to keep a sharp eye out for them, as they had caught him unawares several times already, and only luck and quick reactions had saved him from a fate he wasn't ready to meet quite yet. Disposing of another Elf he kept moving, trying not to be drawn into fights that would push him backwards, steadily going toward the city.