[Burzdol]

As the first orc swung at Hethor, the man was amazed. He moved to the side of the orc's club, then stabbed into its shoulder. As it screamed in pain, Hethor could smell its foul breath. He was still standing in awe when another ran in, swinging a double headed axe. Hethor parried the swing, then lunged and stabbed. Two down, he thought.

"You see, they are real in the fact of seeing and touching, but they don't think too much," Master Gunhen said through tears of laughter.

As Hethor ran through the other orcs, stabbing and slashing, he glanced oer at his laughin teacher. He really felt that the old man had out done himself, but must find a lot of humor in the fact the Hethor was almost being killed by his creations. Hethor ran straight into the very last orc, stabbing the unfortunate beast in the head.

"Well done!" exclaimed Master Gunhen, "Returnis!"

As he said the last word, each of the dead orcs raised a feww inches off the ground and burst into snow. Hethor just stood there, standing in amazement.