The roaring battle-horns of the Ironjaw Clan pierce the heavy silence that had fallen upon the air mere moments before the beginning of battle. Kraga charges forward alongside her fellow warriors, facing off against the humans that had gathered to defend themselves against her people's raids. She joins the other orcs in a fierce battle cry, shouted in their tongue.
"Gruk'kor kosharn!"
The clash of steel fills the valley, along with screams of pain and grunts of exertion. Kraga swings her weapon in an arc around her wildly, bashing the helmeted skulls of several humans in one fell swoop. The fighting goes on for what feels like hours, with heavy casualties on both sides.
Amidst the corpses of a hundred warriors, human and orc alike, stands one lone figure - Kraga, barbarian of the Ironjaw Clan. Exhausted by the fierce battle that took place, she lets go of her massive warhammer, collapsing to her knees. Just as she is about to succumb to fatigue, Kraga hears something close by - a pained wheezing. She rises, approaching the source of the sound, then lowers her gaze, speaking in a deep voice.
"Stand up, warrior. You fought well."
