[Mission] Live, Learn, Smash! (1st SK Fury)

[Kruol Gaadish]

Continued from here

9th of Kalendryas. Winter Era XV.

There was no time to fool around, no time for a beer, or a mess tent, or even a nice sit on his crooked arse. Kruol urged Arrg to the nearest training group and asked the commanding officer if he could join. He was the newest addition to their unit, the Fury. He was armed, moderately fed, but mostly burning for some bleeding Imperials. They were suppose to be like ants -- crushed with one foot, torn with another. Kruol smiled and he knew that Arrg was thinking the same thing.

Either that, or eating.

He was probably thinking about eating too.

The pair moved toward the ranks of orcs, living, breathing killing machines. They were his brothers ... or competitors, depending on the occasion. For now, they were on the same side. That is, until he was used as arrow fodder, or he decided that standing behind them was good enough to save his bulky arse. That was good use for orc-meat, too, you know; body shields.

"YOU ORK!", a large, brown, and heavily armoured monster barked, "YOU NEW! YOU COME HERE!" The beast gestured roughly toward a dozen or so worg riders who looked like they were training.

Kruol regarded the creature for a moment before heeding his advice. He was indeed new, and probably needed some additional knowledge and skills to last longer than a few bloody moments. His desire to kill many Imperials somewhat outlasted his lust to just run around and stab things.

Sometimes.

"ORKS! YOU STUPID CREATURES!", the beast barked on, "IN BATTLE I AM YOUR FATHER, YOUR MOTHER, AND YOUR GOD! YOU LISTEN TO ME AND YOU MIGHT LIVE! HAH?"

The trainees grunted and barked in agreement.

"NOW WE LEARN BASIC COMBAT ON WORG-BACK!", he continued, "YOU! ORK!" He pointed at Kruol, "CHARGE ME!"