They all stared at each other for a few seconds, unsure what part of the conversation the others weren't understanding.
Then a large Orc with a club in his hand pointed at Ophelia.
"Hey thick, sexy and furry. How about you come over here and show me if you would make a good wife?" He shouted.
"If you wanted a strong woman to spank you like your mother should have, you just had to ask." She shouted back.
Karl laughed, but the Satyr looked confused.
Perhaps he just wasn't familiar with crude humour.
Ophelia sized up the Orc, and then nodded for Karl to buff her up. They were both Commanders, but she wasn't taking any risks of ending up as some random Orc's wife.
Haste, Terrorize, Brutality and Trollish Regeneration stacked with her own Berserk Terror skill, and she transformed into a four-metre tall Dire Bear before charging at the Orc.
