[color=00a99d][h2]Brunhilde[/h2][/color]

An enormous green man, horns sprouting from his head and tusks the size of daggers, was charging through the forest, swinging his axe wildly and shouting obscenities in some unknown language. He resembled, loosely, what the people of Sorvir referred to as an Orc.

Brunhilde looked behind her as she 'ran', a look of complete confusion on her face. "Who the hell are you? Did I do something wrong? [i]Stop following me.[/i]"

The orc's hands were covered with tree sap, his hair was full of pinecones, and her questioning only enraged him further. He pushed himself as hard as he could to catch up to the human, and aimed his axe at her head.

[b][i]Thump.[/i][/b]

The orc's head hurt like hell, and it took him a few moments to realize he had run head first into a pine tree. His axe was lodged firmly in the wood, sap running down the grip. He shook his head to try to clear out the shock of running into several tons of solid wood, and heard giggling above him.

Brunhilde was hovering several meters above him, looking at the dazed orc, and trying desperately to hold in her laughter. She plucked a pinecone from the tree and tossed it at his head, and burst into even louder laughter. The orc got up and yanked his axe out of the tree, being pelted with pinecones all the while, and tried to pull her out of the air. Brunhilde dashed off into the distance, returning to the ground, and the orc gave chase once again.