The air in the made up arena of crowded Orcs and Elves was thick with tension as the massive Ground Bull snorted, its breath coming out in heavy puffs of steam.
Its massive hooves dug into the dirt, ready to charge.
Suddenly, Volk took a deep breath, his muscles tightening, and with a swift motion, he stomped his feet against the ground.
BANG!
The sound echoed like a thunderclap, silencing the murmurs of the gathered Orcs.
The Ground Bull, towering and ferocious beasts just moments before, suddenly froze in place.
Its eyes locked onto Volk, but something had changed.
For the first time, the beast looked… afraid?
A collective gasp swept through the Orc clans.
"What the hell?!" an Orc from the Thunderstrike Clan exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief. "Did that bull just… stop?"
