Greenskins were strange and frustrating creatures to just about every other species.
In fact, they seemed like they existed purely to stir up trouble.
For some bizarre reason or another, they were always looking for a fight with other creatures.
"I reckon our boss ain't much good. Not WAAAGH enough. The day before yesterday's yesterday—or, uh, how many yesterdays ago was it? Never mind. I'd just chopped down that weakling who'd hit me with two axes when I saw our boss get pinned down and chopped by the other boss. After that, I got into a scrap with some lad who jumped me, by accident, but our boss definitely lost." An Orc with a giant axe in his hand was boasting to another Orc.
A small group of Greenskins was milling about there. More or less a group, anyway—who knew how many there actually were?
"I reckon so too. That's why I'm going back tonight to challenge the boss. Tomorrow, I'll be your boss." The other Orc started boasting as well.
Of course, they were just talking big.
But a lot of the time... they really did go through with it once they got fired up.
But before that—
"What? You dare say you're gonna be my boss? I reckon you're looking to meet Gork!" As he spoke, the fellow started swinging his giant axe at the Orc beside him.
And, without a doubt... whether the other Orc had seen it coming or had simply gotten used to it—
"I reckon you're the one who wants to kiss my big axe!" The Greenskin Orc swung his own somewhat crude stone axe at the other Orc.
The Greenskins following behind them all burst out laughing.
A closer look revealed that only the two Orcs in front had weapons.
All the Greenskins