The ground was shaking. Soldiers descended from their hiding and ripped off all their camouflage. Frigs was leading them all, as he shouted, "CHARGE!!!"
The soldiers roared as if they were a pack of lions, charging toward the orcs at an incredible speed. Some peeled off the charge, they were ordered to destroy the encampment, most ignored them and continued on their charge.
With flying swords all around him amounting to more than 30, Frigs his brows furrowed. He was ready to make chaos. As what he saw a few seconds before about the duel of his friend and the orc, inspired him.
A few seconds to the past.
The axe was on top of the orc's head. He was ready to do an overhead attack once again. It was as if the world turned into slow motion as his eyes were on the axe. He raised his shield while shouting, "AGGGGGGGH! I WON'T DIE YOU ORC!"
The orc exhaled and dropped his axe at an incredible speed while shouting as well, "ARRRRRGGGGGGH! UNGA BUNGA!"
