"They're not really putting on some 'Dancing with Beasts' battlefield gala, are they?" the Orc Chieftain muttered as he watched the crystal ball. "Just to wake us up and keep us from resting?"
"Chief... if the elves only wanted to wake us up, they could send a few Gryphon Riders to launch air raids every so often, like they did a few days ago. There's no need to commit so many troops and sit here wearing us down!" the Orcs Commander said.
"Maybe they've run out of bombs!" the Orc Chieftain said with a smile.
In truth, he did not believe that himself. He had only said it to make a joke. But who could have guessed that the elves really were almost out of bombs this time?
"They really have no bombs left?" the Orcs Commander asked, his eyes widening.
"Do you believe that? Could you use your brain for once?" the Orc Chieftain snapped.
"Then... what you just said..." The Orcs Commander did not dare finish.
"My head got flattened in a door... I was talking nonsense!" The Orc Chieftain was very displeased that nobody appreciated his humor.
"Are we just going to sit here watching them?" the Orcs Commander asked.
"Then you tell me what we should do!" the Orc Chieftain said irritably.
His soldiers were all exhausted wounded men, and his officers were all muscle-headed brutes who never used their brains. The headache they gave the Orc Chieftain made him want to split his skull in half.
"Oh, maybe the elves really don't have many bombs left!" the Orcs Commander said, scratching his head guilelessly.
"No bombs left...?" This time, the Orc Chieftain gave the possibility some serious thought. He looked at the elves setting up camp at either end, blocking both exits, and fell into