Of course we have to fight a whole camp Giffy thought as he slowed his stride while he watched his leader Silus make quick work of the first orc he saw. Giffy knew that Silus would be taking the captain and that Sasha would fight an archer or a pikeman, so he came to a complete stop right before he would've exited his cover under the trees, and waited.

There was always at least one berserker in orc camps and Giffy planned to fight one. Berserkers were stupid, even for orcs and reckless in their attacks, a perfect opponent for his unique fighting style. So he observed the orcs as they armed themselves and spotted a very angry looking berserker. "Oi you!" "Yea you, the ugly one with the twin warhammers!" "My mum could beat your arse you pathetic piece of mush!" The orc looked angry and started blindly charging into the forest at Giffy. "Perfect." Giffy whispered. He was quite proud of the advantage he just gave himself and was quite confident that Nightbane and Desolation were about to taste some orc blood.