The Skalsser orcs stared in disbelief at the power of the mighty steeds of their foes. Taking down trees with brute strength and just ramming through them. That's a feat that they only witnessed against the giant creatures of the sands.
Looking around them, wargs and orcs wielding the strange-looking weapons surrounded them with their weapons all aimed at them. They might have the advantage in numbers, but they are at a disadvantage since only a few of them have weapons in their hands.
"Surrender quickly so that we can tend to your wounds. Specially that wounded friend of yours." Bakrah muttered as he pointed a finger at the bleeding Yukah. He noticed a long time ago that the wounded orc was still alive and breathing but won't last for long.
The spirits of the elements heed our call
And with them, we shall not fall