"Charge'em down ya Snotling lubbas" screams Warlord Kuulo of the Broken Fist Tribe, smacking nearby Orcs upside the head with the blunt end of his axe to emphasize the point. Everything was going according to plan; the pointy ears had been taken by surprise by his Orcy brilliance. They never expected the Orcs to jump off the cliff overlooking their war camp, totally underestimating their superior Kunnin. Kuulo was quite proud of himself for that trick, it only took about thirty or forty Goblins to create a nice cushion for the rest of his boyz to safely land on, plus the pointy rocks strewn all over the plateau the elf's made camp on helped break their fall too.

Everything was pure chaos, mighty Black Orcs going toe to toe with elfish warriors, Choppas cutting down anyone that got in their way, and Shamans showing the pointy eared magicians who the bossest gods really are. The battle was going badly for the elves; they had been relying on the treacherous, rocky terrain of the mountain the plateau stood on to slow the advanced of the Orcish army. Now that terrain was working against them, bottling them up in close quarters with the Orcs to be slaughtered en mass.

Watching the carnage with the appreciation all Orcs have for a good battle, Kuulo decides to get stuck in with the lads, decapitating an elf with an axe bigger than its leg and wider around than its whole body held in his one hand, while crushing another elf's windpipe in the other. Laughing hysterically, he cuts the legs below the knees off a retreating elf, apathetically stepping over its mewling form and cutting down another in a splatter of blood and hewed bone. He jumps at the next elf in line, a cowled creature with an ornately decorated longbow. The elf quickly drops its bow seeing the charging Orc coming at it and jerks to a stop with its sword midway out of its scabbard, axe buried in its gut. Kuulo watches in amusement as the elf tries to get up after falling down, only to trip on its own entrails and drop back to the ground.

"You aint tuff ya pointy eared git" Kuulo scolds, stepping on the dieing elf's face as he moves on, swinging at everything around himself with reckless abandon. Looking across the battlefield he sees the elves in full route unable to keep up with the Orc's ferocity. Kuulo watches with pride as one of his boyz throws its choppa at an elf, striking it dead in mid run, and then jumps on the back of another elf and chews out its neck to the amusement of nearby Orcs. Wanting to make sure the lads still knew who the boss is; Kuulo grabs one of the pointy ears by the scuff of the neck, quickly turning him around. He sinks his teeth into the elf's forehead and viciously jerks his head back, ripping off its face with a noise like tearing cloth. The elf stands there dumbstruck for a second, pure terror in its lidless eyes, staring at the ruins of its face hanging limply out the greenskin's mouth with a forced toothy grin on its face. It screams, eyes falling uselessly out of their sockets, while blood wells up and runs down its chest in a red river.

"Mmmm… tastes like squig" comments Kuulo, gobbling down the elf's face and stepping over its writhing form as other sniggering Orcs, wishing to emulate their fearless leader, descend upon the faceless elf in a biting mass. Kuulo marches forward purposefully, the lads parting to let him get by. Unable to find himself a proper scrap to get in, he contents himself with the occasional kick to the side or swipe of his axe at passing elves, who step out of his way as well, not wanting to fight something half again as tall as them and about ten times as heavy. Suddenly, Kuulo hears a noise that inspires a feeling of hopefulness within him, the sounds of ringing steel and grunts of dieing Orcs. A proper scrap indeed.

Letting out a bellow Kuulo makes a mad dash towards the noise, smashing aside friend and foe alike. He knocks an elf onto the waiting blade of a Choppa and tramples over one of his lads who got himself knocked over. He lets forth a wild swing, ripping open the throats of a dueling elf and orc, their bodies falling to the ground and twitching on top of each other in a gross parody of a lover's embrace, while their blood runs together in a red and green stream. All the carnage he create doesn't really matter to Kuulo, only getting into a proper fight is important to him. He briefly drops his axe and grabs an elf, then throws it two or three dozen feet across the battlefield, bowling over orc and elf alike, creating a small path, which he gladly charges across, grabbing his axe up mid stride. Suddenly Kuulo stops as a strange tingling sensation comes over him, that the humies call pain. Looking to his right he sees a spear sticking through his shoulder, its dull wooden haft held by a young wide eyed elf, shaking in fear at his Orcy presence.

"Is dat all ya got? Stoopid Pointy Ear."

Kuulo reaches down and grabs the elf by its scrawny neck, his fingers curling under his dark green palm. He lifts it up to his face, the elf as stiff as a board with terror.

"If yer gonna try and kill sometin ya gotta kill it, even the Gobbos know that" he states simply, imparting his Orcish wisdom on the elf before dashing its brains on a rock.

Plucking the spear from his shoulder, Kuulo hurls in at an elf in chainmail carrying a sword, the force of his throw driving the dull point through its midsection. The elf staggers, then falls to the ground clutching at the spear impaling it. Kuulo marches on through the press of bodies, towards the sound of Orcish death, where a real challenge awaits him. An elf leaps into his path, sword in hands, only to be cut down by the choppa of a nearby Orc who smiles proudly at his boss. Kuulo splits him in half with his axe for insulting his tuffness by killing the elf for him. Finally, shouldering a group of Orcs out of the way, he comes to his goal.

An elf clad in white platemail stained green with Orcish blood lashes out with a sword as large as its own body. Each blow finds its way into an Orc's throat or heart killing them instantly. Two Orcs launch themselves at the Swordsmaster, one aiming its blow towards the elf's head, the other at its legs. The Swordmaster brings its sword up, blocking the first Orc's sword and impaling it through the neck, while jumping over the blow of the other orc. The Swordmaster lands gracefully, plucking his sword out of the dead orc's neck to decapitate the other, now off balanced, one with a sweep of its arms. Three more Orcs rush forwards, each one dieing in quick succession as the Swordmaster bends and dodges between blades, piercing vital organs with its every riposte.

"He aint so tuff" grunts Kuulo, running forwards and lashing out in a short swing with his axe. He blinks, briefly unable to understand why he's flying backwards, axe lying uselessly on the ground he occupied moments before, and bleeding from a deep gash on his arm. After landing hard on the ground, Kuulo grabs a small battle worn choppa out of the hands of a dead Orc, gets back up and charges once more at the Swordsmaster with three of his boyz. The Swordmaster glares at him evilly and then seems to disappear in a blur as Kuulo finds himself flying backwards, weaponless and bleeding, past the dismembered bodies of the lads who made the charge with him. Grabbing a mace and elfin sword this time, Kuulo rushes forward, lashing out with the mace, while bringing the sword up defensively close to his body. The Swordmaster grunts in annoyance and rushes towards him in a blur of movement, blocking the mace, and kicking Kuulo away. While his feet begin to leave the ground, Kuulo lets go of the newly acquired sword, reaches out and grabs the Swordmaster's wrist, pulling it with him.

"I gotcha, ya poshy pansy eff. Ya must be makin up fer sometin wif dat big sword of yas" laughs Kuulo, spittle from his mouth flying into the elf's face. The Swordmaster responds with something in its own weakling tongue that Kuulo can't understand and kicks at the warlord, trying to get away. Kuulo laughs, pulling the Swordmaster closer and head butting the elf away from him before landing in a heap on the ground. The Swordmaster stumbles to his feet, running at Kuulo with a scream of rage before being intercepted by a group of five Orcs. The lead two seem to simply disintegrate in a burst of green blood and viscera as the Swordmaster lowers himself into a fighting stance, eyes shut. The last three Orcs rush in, causing the Swordmaster to jump into the air. They all die, two splitting apart in an explosion of green and looking like a vivisectionist's mad experiment, while another slumps to the ground with his head flopping over his chest and neck bent at an unnatural angle. The Swordmaster lands on the ground panting, eyes still closed.

"Stoopid! You can't just go chargingin in there; you lads gotta use your kunnin" shouts Kuulo as more Orcs rush forward at the Swordmaster who stands tall defiantly, a bastion of elfish might in the green tide.

"Kunnin? Whaz dat boss?" asks a nearby Orc, looking perplexed

"I'll shoz ya… dis is kunnin" smiles Kuulo, grabbing the Orc by the shoulders and rushing towards the Swordmaster, already surrounded by hostile Orcs. Instinctively the Swordmaster lashes out, its blade going through the torsos of both Kuulo and the brave lad who volunteered to help him with his kunnin plan. Kuulo reaches down and grabs the blade protruding out of his gut in his gauntleted hand, holding it tight. The Swordmaster vainly tries to pull its sword back, eyes wide in terror and concentration lost. Kuulo leans in, looking at the Swordmaster eye to eye and grabbing the choppa from his volunteer with his free hand.

"Who's da squig now?" he taunts, loping off the Swordmaster's head in one masterful stroke.

"You surez is smart boss" utters the lad who volunteered as he totters briefly and falls down, tackling the Swordmaster's corpse to the ground and pulling the sword free from Kuulo's stomach.

Kuulo turns around to his boyz and simply proclaims "Told yaz he wasn't that tuff", before kicking the lad who fell to the ground in the back.

"Get up ya weaklin, that aint a real wound" Kuulo says attempting to encourage the lad to keep fighting on. With this Kuulo begins ripping off the boney spikes on his shoulder pad and using them to seal the large, gaping hole in his own belly. After sealing it and wiping green blood off of his hands, he scans the battlefield looking for more worthy foes to slay. Finding nothing left that could contend with him, he calmly walks the battlefield, killing anything that gets in his way, and hoping that when they met up with Warlord Grumlok there'll be a real Waaagh.