[center][b]Kordo[/b][/center]

The ogre looked upon the burning town. He told himself he cared little of it, that he needed it not; that was not true. He felt a connection to the town, even more so now that it was stained with blood and fire. It beckoned him, like a siren. 

Korde followed the call.

As he picked up his hoe, he went towards the bridge. He didn't see why he should go there, but everyone else was going there so why shouldn't he.

The amount of fighting and movement disoriented Kordo momentarily, but his conviction did not falter. He charged into battle, his allies eager to move out of his way.

Within seconds, Kordo found himself face-to-face with an orc.

"Come at, you  thick-skulled beast," the orc taunted. It took Kordo a second to realize that this taunt was directed at him rather than any of his colleagues.

"What Is Skull?" Kordo asked politely. The orc got angrier. Here were two bodies about to fight to the death, and this impudent ogre wanted to distract him by asking for an anatomy lesson.

"It is what my blade shall soon truncate!" the orc replied, winding his arm back to slash at the ogre. Kordo now understood that knowledge meant very little in such a situation as he stabbed the orc in the foot with the blade of his hoe.

The orc yelped in pain and drew back. Kordo took his weapon with both hands and lifted it above his left shoulder, preparing to slam it into his opponent.

He swung.

And he missed.

The hoe let out a loud swish as Kordo brought it down upon where he though would be his foe. His work was not for naught, as he managed to still hit another orc. 

The orc he hit was one two other men were preoccupied by. The assailant never saw it coming. The blood splattered everywhere as the back of the orc's head split in half. He looked at the corpse and then at the two men, who he recognized as Horace and Saamir.

"Sorr-ee," Kordo uttered meekly at his two brothers-in-arms.