The unlucky bastard went flying backward, knocking over several of his companions. His face was, in the most literal sense of the phrase, mangled beyond recognition.
"O-Orcs?" "This ship is full of Orcs!"
The Pirates standing by the hatch shrieked.
That was just the beginning.
The Orcs poured from the hatch like a flood bursting through a dam. They instantly swamped half the deck. A few Pirates tried to charge forward and stop them, but they were immediately knocked to the ground.
The deck began to groan, unable to bear the weight. The sound of their footsteps, like the beat of war drums, thundered from within the ship.
'This is way too intimidating...'
Colin could feel the deck vibrating so much that the soles of his feet began to itch.
These Pirates were all human, around five-foot-nine on average, and weighed maybe 150 pounds. Their opponents, however, were a group of burly behemoths standing six-foot-seven and weighing well over 220 pounds.
