The night shrouded, the moon shone faint and the stars scarce.
Yet, in the woods, an intense scent of blood lingered.
"Waaaaaaaaaagh!"
The roar of an orc disturbed the birds in the trees, shattering the stillness of the night.
A massive figure, all of five meters tall, suddenly ripped a pine tree out of the ground, charging the enemy ahead with an air of invincible dominance.
Boom!
A wave of pressure and air swept across the forest like a tide, mud and fresh blood splashing in all directions.
With the enemy repelled from his first attack, Sack, stained red with blood and holding the pine tree, hollered to his companions behind him:
"Go ahead, you guys!"
Having spoken, the burly beast reared up, swinging the hefty pine tree once more.
Boom!
The trunk of the pine tree exploded upon impact, a giant axe cleaving towards Sack's forehead with an energy that felt limitless.
Sack roared, lunging forward instead of falling back.
