"Get behind me!" - Ingvar shouted, immediately dropping the knife in his hand and reaching out for a battleaxe hanging by his waist - "Now!"
He was the leader of this group and the one with the most experience of the three. Furthermore, he had once hunted down a Winter Orc with another party, but they all had at least a single-tooth necklace, meaning that they were in the First Stage. Even then, it was a tight fight, since the Winter Orcs, with their incredible strength and stamina, could fight even against a Second Stage Warrior.
"Grr!" - The Winter Orc seemed to react to Ingvar's shout as its eyes locked onto the trio, filled with bloodlust as it fully emerged from the shadows of the trees. The massive creature stood at least twelve feet tall, its gray-tinged skin seeming to be a great camouflage to hunt prey on this land without colors.
