The need to test the club was strong. So strong that he roared WAAAAGHHH and jogged into the forest, while Lob happily jumped behind him. The duo did not care about noise and ran around the swamp looking for a fight. Anytime he got a chance he would hit his club on a tree or a bush while laughing maniacally. - Ere we go! Ere we go! Ere we go, we go!
After a few hundred meters scenery started to change. From a dark swamp filled with all kinds of fungi into the green forest that was full of life. This laidback atmosphere was annoying and he would gladly chop it down to make more clubs but there was no point in it now. For now, like a proper Ork, he sneaked around looking for prey. For better effect, he smeared himself with mud to create some primitive camo. Surprisingly this helped a lot as even the most vigilant birds ignored him. Despite his size thanks to his camo he felt like a commando and became very quiet. After stalking the woods for something he found nothing of interest. There was simply no game big enough to withstand his power. If he did not sneak the animals would run if he sneaked and hit he would kill in blow. It did not help that all he could find were deers, deer-like creatures, and wild hogs that were surprisingly tasty. Lob too was agreeing that hogs were much tastier than roes or deers. Et lest Orks thought so.
After many hours of the boring hunt, he stumbled upon a road. This gave him an idea. Ork decided to make an ambush and kill anybody that would enter it. He did what he thought and started to break off some branches and place them on the road. He was to lazy chop down a whole tree and branches were easier to carry anyway. When he finally piled enough branches to block the road, he lay on a pile and went to sleep while leaves completely covered him hiding him completely.
He slept for a long time and when he finally woke up he was tired of boredom. Nothing even poked him in his sleep. Up to this point, he was calm but this peace made him mad. -I will focking murder everyone! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH - He picked up his small ax in one hand and club in the other and charged at the nearest tree. After chopping it down he calmed a bit and decided to return to his cave. While walking back he was killing everything he could. He did not spare a single squirrel, much to the Lob satisfaction. The slaughter was fun but not as fun as a proper fight.
Then after a few more minutes, when he could barely see the cave, he saw it. His little light of hope. Inside the settlement was a bear. But not any kind of bear. It was a very beeeg bear, and he was chewing on snotlings and grethchins. This sight brought him so much you that he let loose a WAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH and run towards his new enemy so fast that the bear had no time to react. Ork headbutted him in the nose which hurt him a lot and also made the bear very angry. He swung its paw and hit Ork. The hit sent him across the settlement but he did not fall which surprised the bear. Ork responded with WAAAAAAAAAAGGHH and a big swing with the clobba. He did not aim anywhere in particular. He wanted to simply beat the enemy to death. Bear was having any of it and responded with a bite, he ripped a chunk of meat from Ork's shoulder and swallowed it. Ork took a step back and squeezed his wound to stop the bleeding.
In the meantime, snotlings and grethins watched their boss fight a giant bear. They were too weak and cowardly to help but they could cheer. They started to clap their hands and scream WAAAAAGHH. This seemed to help as the flow of blood from Ork's wound seemed to stop. His eyes turned bright red and his vein started to pop out. He to raored WAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH and once again charged the bear. This time however thanks to adrenaline and WAAAGH he was stronger. Bear made Ork bleed but Ork could withstand it, while the bear was slowly giving up as his natural toughness wasn't able to withstand several hits with clobba to the head.
After a few more minutes Ork emerged victorious, he was lighter thanks to the many bites the bear took from him, but nevertheless, Ork won. Greenskins were cheering around him while he basked in glory and fun.
-Olright, you scum!!! Give me some meet! - Snotlings hearing the command quickly brought some fat squigs and mushrooms for da Boss. This pleased him and as gratitude, he ate only two snotlings as a desert. Meanwhile, Gretchins were dismantling the bear into small bits. Its hide was made into a T-shirt, whilst its head turned into a trophy. They also made a ragtag throne for him to seat. It was big, with a little bit of red and lots of spikes. When "Ork saw it he immediately placed his as in it and fell asleep, course after a propa fought ya need a to eat and sleep.
He woke up in the morning, his wound had almost all healed up and there was no pain. He grabbed a squig as a morning snack and stoop up. He was slightly beefier in the biceps department. He could feel it in his guts that the fight was a good workout and he will need more to have even bigger gains.
After short work through the settlement, he saw that there were a lot of gretchins around. Lot more than the last time. It was good cause he was tired of looking for enemies to fight. - Oy! Ya Grots, came ere! - Gretchins immediately dropped whatever they were doing and came running to their boss. There were certainly more than 5 of them, and that meant there is a lot of them. - Ya lot, will go to da woods and search for sumthing to krump. If ya find something good to krump ya will call me. - Grots nodded and run off. - Oy, and bring some meat! - Grots only screamed WAAAAGHH in response and disappeared in the bushes.
Ork then returned to his throne, but when he was about to place his ass on it something big and green and mean charged out of the cave. It was another Ork that spawned from the mycelium. He started to trash squigs, snotlings and remaining grots. Boss did not care until he saw something that really pissed him off. The noobie Ork was eating squigs , the fat and tasty ones. He grabbed the clobba that was guared by Lob who by the way was sleeping near his throne and charged at his enemy. - Oy, ya git, these squigs ar mine to et!!! - Noobie Ork received a wide swing to the stomach which made him puke all the squigs he have eaten since birth.
Noob did not like that - Oy, wut ya doing to yar boss!? - Silence took over the settlements as panicked squigs, snotlings and grots looked at noob with terrified eyes. - I am da boss, and ya all will listen to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Noob received another swing to the head this time. - NO! I am da BOSS. - Ork dropped the clobba and started to beat the noob with bare fists. He beat him until he could not move anymore and laid in the puddle of blood. - Ya re weaker than a squig. Now, anyone wunt to challenge me! - There was no other candidate as there were no more orks. - If ya eat one more fat squig I will feed ya to Lob. - Grots cheered and started to prepare meat and shrooms for da boss to keep in him a good mood, because a happy boss is a strong boss, and a strong boss means more fight and fun.