Seldom is the orruk thought to know fear. Fear is the remit of lesser orkoids - skitterlings and grots, even the comparitively civilised raiding orcs balk when the going gets tough. An orruk brute, however, knows no discernible fear - not in the conventional sense. The orruk's fangs do not chatter, its greenskinned knees do not knock. No, a brute's fear is not flight - but fight. This one is fighting its own battle. The forest is tight around him, the land marshy, the bark slick with the Ghoul Mere's poison. For an orruk, this one is wise. It has its axes in hand, but is not hacking a path - it knows better than to disturb any slumbering Sylvaneth. Though it would not think that way, the orruk is fleeing. The battle is lost. It's warlord was slain by duardin pickaxes. It is fighting the realm of life itself to bring reinforcements. It does not go far. An arrow strikes early - too early, Eliseth is brazen and hungry for first blood. It strikes the beast's neck, and it's roar startles birds from branches long shared with the Shadow Warriors. The rest of the flight comes, arrows raining, but the orruk is forewarned - it covers its face, and many of their shots deflect from its armour. Valen the Shadow Blade slips from her perch. She lands, steps, and swings. Her paired swords sever the beast's tendons. It's arms go limp. Three more arrows. Someone else made the killing blow, but she will claim it as her right. The orruk is dead by her actions, if not by her arrows, and she lets it fall to the earth as she skitters back into the shadowed branches. More may pass through yet, and the Shadowglade Thorns must be waiting. #paintingwarhammer #gamesworkshop #citiesofsigmar #aelf #shadowwarriors #gladeguard #kitbash #conversion #warhammer #warhammerfantasy #warhammeraos #ageofsigmar #aos #warhammerdogsofwar #regimentsofrenown #hobbystreak #hobbystreakday18 https://www.instagram.com/p/B3f1U2Sn2lj/?igshid=mf1ckj56axnx
