Amidst the howl and cries of battle, your attention is drawn to the unmistakable noise that follows a head being separated from it's body. You feel your stomach drop.
You had heard your people's older fighters talk of this, the stories they told of battles with the orcs.
The sound grows closer and the orcs grow louder.
Determination to claim vengeance, is consumed by doubt as the battlefield opens to a single orc swinging a flat ended sword.
The Executioner, you notice his tongue flick across his lips as you narrowly manage to dodge the edge of his blade.