As the goblin chieftains and orc warlords squinted their eyes in the distance, they caught the glimpse of a single human frame, clad in all black, with heavy armor that featured golden accents amidst the raging sun of high noon. Evident by her armor's facet that accommodated her bosom, the womanly figure of a knight– with her hands leaning upon the hilt of a greatsword which still remained upon its scabbard and was erected upon the turf– stood undaunted at the sight of the five thousand strong war host of greenskins and trolls, as not even the image of the gigantic beasts could break her resolve. The chieftains and warlords curiously peered towards the female knight, and then their gazes diverted to Wriorstrord and Kzreegmul.
"Is this the Reaper of Souls you kept on mumbling about?" Tartoz asked, his eyes peeled in vigilance, apprehension directed on the lone female knight.
