The Second Warband was itching to get some action. Their hands gripping the shaft of their spears so tight that their knuckles turned a shade paler. The large round shields that they have reflected the rays of the sun as they bounced back towards their chasing foes. Feet firmly planted on the ground, they waited for the order to be given.
"Second Warband! Forward!" Arkagarr shouted and pointed his sword towards their incoming foes. The Second Warband was spread out in a long line ten men deep as they marched forward with their spears still pointing proudly towards the sky.
"Halt! Ready javelins!" Gur'kan bellowed again and the Fifth and Seventh Warbands stopped in their tracks, turned around, took their javelins, raised their throwing arms and hurled them towards their pursuing enemies. Their actions earned howls of pain and a barrage of insults from their enemies. "Give them your last gifts!" Gur'kan commanded, and his warriors hurled their last javelins towards the Skalsser orcs.
