Bazgulub Knew what they stood and stared at. Sighing Bazgulub Took an defensive stand to readdy himself for the battle to come if they didn't run away, which was not likely as that would noly bring dishonor to their tribe. Bazgulub Spiled mail made metalic noises as he moved into the possition. Growling at the orcs he awaitied the first orc to strike. Bazgulub had meet a couple of orcs in the dessert that had tried to steal the axe from him for themself, But it only ended with their bloody corpse to be laying on the hot sand and paint it red. * Morgathar If i somehow die in this battle it was an honor to be wielding you for the time that i have.*