The Skalsser orcs stared in disbelief at the power of the mighty steeds of their foes. Taking down trees with brute strength and just ramming through them. That's a feat that they only witnessed against the giant creatures of the sands.
Looking around them, wargs and orcs wielding the strange-looking weapons surrounded them with their weapons all aimed at them. They might have the advantage in numbers, but they are at a disadvantage since only a few of them have weapons in their hands.
"Surrender quickly so that we can tend to your wounds. Specially that wounded friend of yours." Bakrah muttered as he pointed a finger at the bleeding Yukah. He noticed a long time ago that the wounded orc was still alive and breathing but won't last for long.
