Doombringer knew those blasted wart mongrel orcs were the ones behind the slaughtering of his beloved steed, Butterscotch.
They would pay dearly for their crimes against horsemanity 
,cried the old veteran dwarf as he readied his battleworn axe.
Doombringer began to [u]sneak upon[/u] their camp, his axe could almost taste their dreadful blood.