Pip’kha, Iadoc, and Brak swerved smoothly across the horizon, their company following. They were anticipating a response from Kadwyr and Krikaw when Iadoc cawed to the others for attention.
“There is movement down below. Something is afoot,” said Iadoc.
Brak turned his attention immediately to the situation below, all thoughts of games retreating within him, being replaced by a calm clarity that dominated his senses when intense situations arose. After quickly surveying the scene, he turned to Pip’kha and Iadoc. “It seems the murder will not be going hungry today,” he snickered.
At that moment, Rakaak, under the guidance of Akaaw, begin to circle lower towards the scene of the impending battle. The yellow haired men riding horses had been spotted by the orc axemen, and shouts and cries had gone up from both parties.
“It appears Akaaw wishes us to partake in this skirmish,” said Brak to Pip’kha and Iadoc. “Personally, I am disgusted by the taste of orc meat, and man flesh is only marginally more appetizing. Yet, horse meat is quite a treat if the orcs do not get to it first. Ah, but I would rather stay away from the doings of these creatures. I do not know why Akaaw wishes to mettle in the affairs of orcs. They do not make good allies.”
Brak slowed his flight momentarily and looked over to his companions, “Shall we move the company into attack formation?”
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