Skaar grunts in surprise as he's bludgeoned but continues his rampage.
Skaar whacks the approaching thug, while taking out another. The two carrying Corda disappear into the large shack. Two of the thugs run off after them. The remaining Skulls continue to fight the orc.
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Round 7: Skaar, Thugs, Corda
Skaar's thundering heart sinks when he loses sight of Corda. Spinning on the wounded thug, the big Orc swats him before continuing his attack on the others.
Skaar gives the wounded thug a parting shot before moving forward. He fails to connect with his second strike. The thugs seem unfazed by the drop in their numbers. One rushes at the orc while the others swing their clubs again.
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None manage to hit the furious orc.
Round 8: Skaar, Thugs, Corda
With another bellowing roar, Skaar turns his rage on the thug foolish enough to look him in the eyes.
With another thug defeated, the remaining Skulls still fight, but it seems to be out of fear for their lives more than the confidence they exhibited earlier.
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"What in the nine hells are you?!" one of the thugs exclaims.
Round 9: Skaar, Thugs, Corda
Another two blows and another thug laid out on the dirt.
"Keep attacking!" one thug says to another. "He can't keep this up forever."
"Right!"
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Round 10: Skaar, Thugs, Corda
Skaar spins out a mouthful of blood and slams into one of the survivors.
"Looking a little worn out there, baby-eater," the last thug says before swinging his club at the orc.
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Round 11: Skaar, Thugs, Corda
Skaar lunges for the last thug.
"I'm gunna do a lot worse than eat your babies..."
"You won't be doing nuthin' but feedin' some buzzards," the thug taunts, evading Skaar's grasp. "And yer woman will be a good lay for the boss."
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Round 12: Skaar, Thugs, Corda
Skaar lunges again.
"If he touches her, he's gunna wish he'd been born a woman", Skaar growls with deadly intent.
The thug attempts to break free from Skaar's grip.
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Round 13: Skaar, Thugs, Corda
"Yer lucky I'm in a hurry", Skaar growls as he lifts the thug like a sack of grain and slams him onto the unyielding ground with crushing force.
The thug falls to the ground with a thud and quickly tries to get back on his feet.
Skaar slams into the last thug with a crashing headbutt.
The thug shudders and falls to the ground. There are no more enemies surrounding the orc, but he knows that at least four are waiting for him.
Round 14: Skaar, Thugs, Corda
His fury and worry over Corda keeping the worst of his fatigue and pain at bay, the big Orc moves over to the Father's body pulling a potion along the way.
Seeing the state of the fallen priest makes Skaar's heart sink. Just a moment ago he had been alive. He'd believed in Skaar and he'd died for that belief.
Everything you touch turns to ash...
Skaar growled in defiance of his doubts.
"No, your death will matter", the big Orc mutters as he chugs the potion. "Ya didn't die for nuthin'"
Skaar can hear the thugs' taunts coming from the big shack. "Are ya all done, greenskin? We've got enough energy to give your woman a good ol' f@&$ing! Think she'll like five dicks?"
Skaar drops the battered club and picks up Hanely's mace.
"Alright whelps. It's your turn."
Drawing another potion and move southwest.
As Skaar approaches the large shack, he sees two of the thugs standing in front of the doorway, tapping their clubs in their hands. "Your move, monster."
With footsteps like a giant, Skaar steps around to flank one guard raising Hanely's mace high overhead.
The thug takes a hard blow from the enlarged orc, but they both move up to attack.
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Round 17: Skaar, Thugs, Corda
Winded by a solid blow to his ribs, mega-Skaar winds up for another crushing blow.
Skaar wounds his assailant and smears the walls with the thug he hit first.
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Round 18: Skaar, Thug, Corda
Skaar whips his mace overhead.
"Who's f%%%ed now?"
The last thug outside falls to the ground.
Skaar draws two more vials. He quickly downs their contents, feeling his bruises and injured ribs mend before pushing the door open.
"Where's the girl!" he roars.
"In my bedroom, of course," a corpulent man says, seated on a makeshift throne. He looks to the two guards emerging from the back room.
"Well, he's beaten thirteen of you, what's two more?"
"But...but..." a thug stammers.
"Thirteen of you f@%$ing morons can beat down a b#+@% and an old man, but you can't do s!#* against an orc?! Prove me f+~%ing wrong or I'll kill you myself."
The thugs take up their clubs and approach Skaar hesitantly.
"Get lost", Skaar rumbles. "Or you're gunna get it as bad as this piece of s#*~ is."
The thugs drop their clubs at the offer and run out of the shack without looking back.
"Not bad," the fat man says, wiping his greasy fingers on his large belly. "Horace can use an orc like you. What do you say? All the b**~$es you can f+*!, wine all day and a fat sack of gold every month."
"I'm not lookin' to work for Horace - I'm gunna kill him - but first I'm gunna deal with you", Skaar says as he grips his weapon tightly. "Hand over the girl, now, and I might let you walk outta here in one piece."
"Sorry, you feel that way," the fat man replies. He stands from his seat, you can see skulls tattooed all over his torso. The man reaches besides the throne, picks up two very large gauntlets and slips them on.
"Let's dance, m+#%**@~%$~*."
Initiative:
The fat man drinks a potion from his belt and waits for Skaar to close the gap.
Round 1: Fat Man, Skaar
With a roar that shakes the walls of the flimsy shack, Skaar charges the fat brawler with one tree-trunk thick arm extended.
Skaar rushes at the fat man, but the man grabs the orc's arm with one hand and stops him in his tracks. He then proceeds to hit the orc repeatedly.
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"There's a reason I'm in charge!"
Round 2: Fat Man, Skaar
Skaar grunts in surprise as the fat man proves incredibly strong.
Considering his options, the big Orc takes a step back before reaching out to hook his opponent's tiny legs with his mace.
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The fat man clocks the orc as he falls to the ground. He then hooks his arm around Skaar's leg to bring him down.
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Round 3: Fat Man, Skaar
The orc hammers his rising opponent with a resounding blow, who assumes a defensive stance.