A Champion Emerges. The Season of War - Game 2

Adm'rul Kurgan swaggered from the lines of Orruk Pirates and Privateers. He stood head-and-shoulders taller than the orruks, even the Kaptains, who followed him. He hefted his huge enchanted choppa, [i]Da Kutlass[/i], on his right shoulder and casually swung [i]Deeptoof[/i], his lucky broken anchor, with his left hand. He sauntered up to the agreed meeting point, full of his usual piratical overconfidence.

He squared up to Cargo, the Ogor Tyrant, and said "So mate, you ready for dis?"

"Ready." said Cargo simply and dived at Kurgan with his massive cutlass. The Adm'rul dodged the thrust and sliced, backhanded, with da Kutlass in reply.

The two of them hacked, parried, cut, feinted, kicked, blocked and bellowed at each other for a good few minutes before the rest of their respective armies remembered they were not just there as spectators!

The Rotmoons ran toward the Grudgebreakers, the starboard watch took cover behind a rocky hill on their way.

Both the champions had landed blows on their opponents by now, and the Adm'rul was very slightly worse off than the Ogor.

Cargo seized the initiative, landed a nasty headbutt on the MegaBoss and floored him.

The orruks bellowed in rage and charged.

They fell upon Cargo with their full fury, the Kapitain, El Doctoro and the port watch all unleashed their anger at the insult.

The starboard watch ambushed the Stokers and the Sea Wizard.

As the last of the port watch fell the orruks disengaged and fell back. They had lost the battle but they retained their pride!