Out onto the plain ran the Orcs, their calls for blood carrying far in the crisp, early morning air. Urgon emerged from the trees at the rear, trying to make sense of what was happening.
The earl had deployed his own men some distance away, facing the woods, and now the enemy was trapped between his forces and the tribe. The horde swarmed towards them, one solid mass of green while their foes were formed up in straight lines.
He ran forward, eager to catch up to his kin, but the fight in the forest had put the bloodlust into them. Eager for vengeance, they pressed close and ran fast.
He heard the initial impact as the two forces clashed, a deep thudding noise as axe met shield and sword met flesh. He saw blood spray upward, both black and red, and tried to push forward, eager to do his
