Lo'kra's axe sliced through the skull of the puny human man like a knife through warm butter. Blood, bone, brain and sinew splattered against her bone studded boots that she rammed into his groin as he was going down, just for good measure. There was nothing like the fresh smell of human brain matter on boot leather to get you going in the morning.
This battle was over before it even started. These puny humans had no idea what they were getting into trying to come through the orcish swamps.
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