Yash stepped through the portal cautiously. He had been told to help a group of warriors in a battle against evil. Looking around at the sudden shift in scenery he saw that the area was filled with allies and enemies alike. It seemed most of the orcs were already engaged save for a group wielding short swords. They should suffice for a warm up. As the group charged in a surprisingly organized arrowhead formation Yash slowly stepped forward to meet them. Once he deemed them suitably close he charged forward, his massive tower-shield held in front of him colliding heavily with the leader knocking him to the ground. He stomped on the leaders throat crushing it mercilessly and swung his blade through the orcs to his left, the holy blade decapitating one and giving the other one a nasty slash across the stomach. 

He grinned as he felt the ineffectual [i]clunk[/i] of a sword against his shield and turned to face the source. Yash viciously slammed his shield into the orc's face causing his to stagger backwards into his fellow and Yash took advantage of the opportunity to skewer both of them. He turned to face the last orc of the group and saw it turning to run in fear, a smile crossed his lips and he grabbed one of the daggers in his shoulder-plates and hurled it. It sunk into the orcs head with killing it instantly as it toppled to the ground. A glimmer of light and the blade vanished re-appearing in its original position. Yash then surveyed the battlefield considering his next move.