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After giving his shirt speech Stefano heard of in the distance, the sound of orc horns. The bellowing sound of the horn in the still air, the distant crunch of hundreds of heavy feet on the barren soil, the stink of a bestial hoard that could be smelled even from here, the low primal growl issuing from his dog pack with their hackles raised in fury, and the regal screech of Drusilla as she soared above the battlefield sent a euphoric chill of pure adrenalin from the base of Stefano's skull to the bottom of his spine. Moments like this were the reason Stefano lived.He smiled like a drunk man and nodded towards Ludivico. It was time.
Stefano and his pack of animals moved back to their overview position. He looked out and listened with only half an ear to the orc commander bellowing his orders. He saw his three opponents break away from the hoard and towards his flank. Two had two axes each much like Ludivico, they would be quicker and ferrous but he trusted his hounds would be more than caple of slowing them down. No, his target was the big bastard with the two hander. It would be easier for the team to to dodge it but with the orcs strength, even if the twins tried to block it with their shields their arms would shatter from the force of the blow. This orc would be the first to die.
Stefano starred down the charging greenskins with a trained eye gauging the distance, estimating their speed and studying the bounce and movement of their run. He dropped to one knee to steady his aim. As he did so he raised a gloved arm calling down Drusilla. The falcon swooped from the heavens eyes looking forward eager to be airborne again. Stefano had his mark in mind now to set it up.
He spoke softly to his pets. "Agrippina, Livilla, Incitatus, My sweet hounds, taste blood this day and protect your family so I might protect you." at this he gave the signal to charge and heel, a drawn out low whistle ending in a high pitched cut off. The hounds took off, past the assembled flank. The bloodhounds took the two axes while Incitatus charged the twohander, nipping at their heels and calves then darting away only to circle back and do the same.
Stefano then locked his eyes on the orc with the large axe he took a deep breath and made him and that orc the entire world. He threw his arm that was Drusilla's perch towards his target and as she took off ready to rend his flesh with her razor sharp talons, Stefano drew his arqubus to his shoulder and took an even larger and deeper breath, shrinking his existence to contain only his gun and the middle of the orcs stumpy neck. He choose that spot beacause should his shot drop he would still hit the beast in the chest and should he aim high the bullet would go through the monsters head. He counted the moments in a still soundless world 1,2,3,4 to the hunter an eternity. The orc raised his chin and weapon, to ward a swooping falcon away from his face. This was all Stefano needed. He pulled the trigger, the match was lit an explosion...
An overload of his senses as he was snapped out of his trance. The crack of his gun, the forceful recoil, men and orc shouting, the sulfuric stench of gunpowder, the distance baying of the blood hounds and most importantly, the explosive spray of blood spreading from the front and out the back of the orcs neck. Pure ecstasy of the kill.
Stefano savored it only a moment before throwing himself into motion. He ripped open one of his plugs of gunpowder and began filling the smoking arqubus. He wanted the powder and ball in before Drusilla returned to be given a new target. And then he would have to reset the match and zero in on a the next most dangerous mark. He smiled and spoke to himself, "Alright Ludi my new friend, let's see what you got."
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Stefano and his pack of animals moved back to their overview position. He looked out and listened with only half an ear to the orc commander bellowing his orders. He saw his three opponents break away from the hoard and towards his flank. Two had two axes each much like Ludivico, they would be quicker and ferrous but he trusted his hounds would be more than caple of slowing them down. No, his target was the big bastard with the two hander. It would be easier for the team to to dodge it but with the orcs strength, even if the twins tried to block it with their shields their arms would shatter from the force of the blow. This orc would be the first to die.
Stefano starred down the charging greenskins with a trained eye gauging the distance, estimating their speed and studying the bounce and movement of their run. He dropped to one knee to steady his aim. As he did so he raised a gloved arm calling down Drusilla. The falcon swooped from the heavens eyes looking forward eager to be airborne again. Stefano had his mark in mind now to set it up.
He spoke softly to his pets. "Agrippina, Livilla, Incitatus, My sweet hounds, taste blood this day and protect your family so I might protect you." at this he gave the signal to charge and heel, a drawn out low whistle ending in a high pitched cut off. The hounds took off, past the assembled flank. The bloodhounds took the two axes while Incitatus charged the twohander, nipping at their heels and calves then darting away only to circle back and do the same.
Stefano then locked his eyes on the orc with the large axe he took a deep breath and made him and that orc the entire world. He threw his arm that was Drusilla's perch towards his target and as she took off ready to rend his flesh with her razor sharp talons, Stefano drew his arqubus to his shoulder and took an even larger and deeper breath, shrinking his existence to contain only his gun and the middle of the orcs stumpy neck. He choose that spot beacause should his shot drop he would still hit the beast in the chest and should he aim high the bullet would go through the monsters head. He counted the moments in a still soundless world 1,2,3,4 to the hunter an eternity. The orc raised his chin and weapon, to ward a swooping falcon away from his face. This was all Stefano needed. He pulled the trigger, the match was lit an explosion...
An overload of his senses as he was snapped out of his trance. The crack of his gun, the forceful recoil, men and orc shouting, the sulfuric stench of gunpowder, the distance baying of the blood hounds and most importantly, the explosive spray of blood spreading from the front and out the back of the orcs neck. Pure ecstasy of the kill.
Stefano savored it only a moment before throwing himself into motion. He ripped open one of his plugs of gunpowder and began filling the smoking arqubus. He wanted the powder and ball in before Drusilla returned to be given a new target. And then he would have to reset the match and zero in on a the next most dangerous mark. He smiled and spoke to himself, "Alright Ludi my new friend, let's see what you got."
@Skull
