Holgar mounts his steed, and in full gallop heads toward the rallying point to regroup the Human cavalry . Urkral turns to see the mounted Orcs explode over the ridge. He charges the wooden clad monstrosities riding the Rust Beasts.

CRACKATHOOM

Urkral’s zweihammer connects with the lead mount. He watches in horror as the head of his hammer turns to dust. Rust dust. He is left holding the rune covered wooden handle. A whimpering sound escapes his lips.

“What the fu…â€?

“I told you it’s a Rust Beast. Your hammer’s head was made of iron, dummyâ€?

“No, it was a rust color beast.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“We need to go back because I didn’t know all the details”

“Well I’m the GM and we aren’t. So just move along”

Urkral dodges from side to side as the rider’s clubs narrowly miss him. A devious look crosses Urkral’s face as the next rider charges. He stands his ground.

CRACKATHOOM

The Orc and mount lay dead at his feet.

“+5 Thundering zweiStick of Thor is awesome!â€?