Location: The besieged village
Bulloth lifted his newest victim, an old orc that had seen more than his fair share of battles.
Bulloth had found the old orc resting against a wall, regaining his breath. At the orc's feet were two dead militiamen and a dead woman. The orc had started to doze off when Bulloth stepped out from behind a cart and grabbed the orc's head in one massive gloved hand. The orc was now hanging several feet from the ground. To relieve the pressure on his neck the orc grabbed the arm holding him with both of his own arm's.
Bulloth took his captive into an alley and threw the orc into a corner. Drawing his hammer, Bulloth approached the huddled and cowering orc.
"If you want to live, answer my questions. Understood?" Bulloth made sure that he let no emotion into his voice, so as not to tip off the orc as to how he truly felt right now. 'Ever since that demon landed on my back and bit my neck, I've started to get weary.'
Indeed, Buloth had been getting sloppier in his attacks over the past few hours. He had been hit multiple times by foes and was feeling as if he had aged twenty years in a matter of hours.
Bulloth snapped back to the present when the orc in front of him muttered something that sounded very much like "..makes him weak."
"What was that?" Bulloth crouched low so as to be eye level with the orc. When the orc refused to answer, Bulloth slammed his fist into the ground, a hairs breadth from the orc's groin.
The orc went from a dark green to a sickly green as he saw how close the giants fist was. "I said 'I hopes that spell makes him weak'!" the orc screeched seeing that the armored giant meant business.
"What spell?" once again, Bulloth's voice was flat and emotionless.
"I don't know anythin' else except that Reeve injected some spell into you to make ye mortal!" once again, the orc said everything quickly so as not to anger the violent man in front of him.
Bulloth's finger flicked the orc's temple, rendering the orc unconscious. Bulloth slung his prisoner over his shoulder and walked back into the street.
And right into twenty fully armed attackers. The new arrivals took one look at max and decided that this was a man that could only be defeated through shear numbers.
The orcs, parvadaemonss, and other assorted monsters started circling Bulloth. Before they could completely surround him, Bulloth struck the five monsters in front of him with his hammer leaving nothing but a few legs and feet still standing. Bulltoh took full advantage of the shock on the other enemies. Before any of them could fight back, Bulloth slew the other fifteen with a wide encompassing swing of his hammer, knocking all of their heads off or caving them in.
Pleased with his handy work, Bulloth headed towards the improvised barricades in the center of what remained of the village. Bulloth encountered two more groups of wandering raiders, none as large as the first but all of the monsters meeting the same, gruesome end.
Once he reached the barricade, Bulloth stepped over the over turned cart that served as that stretch of the barricade and dropped his prisoner next to Feldered, who was taking his turn to watch for any large offenses from their attackers.
"Did you get any information from this one?" the commander of the local militia inquired, making sure to draw Bulloth's attention towards the pile of dead orcs and parvadaemons that Bulloth had captured over the past few hours.
"Actually, yes. Something of importance this time," Bulloth said when he noticed the look of mock surprise he received from Feldered.
"What did he say?" Feldered asked, all signs of sarcasm replaced by a mix of concern, curiosity, and a deathly serious gaze.
Bulloth related what the orc had said about a spell to the sergeant. "As you can guess, this bodes very ill for the defense of the village. Or what's left of it any ways."
Feldered had turned very pale by the time Bulloth finished. Before he could respond, an arrow flew over the barricade and hit Feldered in the shoulder, knocking the wind out of him. The shaft punched clean through his chain mail as if it weren't there. Feldered stumbled away from the barricade and made it to the healers' hut, one of the few buildings left standing in the ruined village. He managed to open the door and stumble inside when he heard the unmistakable roar of battle behind him. As he turned around, a wave of pain washed over him and he started to black out.
Before he lost consciousness, Feldered clearly saw Bulloth, a giant sentinel, standing amidst the villages few remaining militia, leading their last stand.
And then there was only a sea of darkness.
Dwarves shall conquer all!!!