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Erjak stared at the inebriated defenders for a few moment before turning his sight towards Kahl and grinned briefly and hearing the word subjugated before turning towards the defenders with a glare that would make even fellow orcs cower. He drew as much breath in as he could let out the loudest, most inhuman roar he could muster, he figured the drunken fighters would probably surrender, after all, nobody here wanted to die and he did not want to kill elves if he could help it, it would leave a bad taste in his mouth if he had to.

"IF ANY OF YOU RESIST, I WILL PERSONALLY MAKE SURE TO CLEAVE YOU ALL IN HALF, OR MY NAME IS NOT ERJAK THE SAVAGE!" he roared, he figured the elves might have heard of him, he often led bloody raids into the elven lands near Yoit, in one of those raids he had gotten a hold of his dear former friend.

Still, if the elves chose to resist, he was already prepared to swing his battleaxe at them and hoped that the first few deaths would cow the few remaining elves into submission, if not... his bloody beserker rage would definitely make short work of them, it had dealt with a dozen battle-hardened orcs, he figured that it would deal with a few drunken elves armed with makeshift blunt weaponry, he was confident in his skills, he was not sure of Kahl however, he had not seen him fight yet... hopefully he would prove to be a powerful warrior and one he could confidently call brother.