Onset of battle (4)

Grobak stood proudly in front of his warriors while holding his mighty axe in both hands. His armor was quite simple. It was an enchanted piece of hardened leather which only protected his chest and stomach, but did not cover his arms. He liked the sight of his muscular arms and didn't want to cover them up. It was quite a domineering sight and he enjoyed the feeling of intimidating others. His chiseled body and bulging muscles were imposing and he couldn't help but notice the looks of respect thrown his way from his tribe members. They only appreciated strength and Grobak had that in spades.

As he stood in front of his army, his breathing grew heavy with exhilaration and his bloodlust was continuously on the rise. He raised his enormous axe with one hand high above him and bellowed causing all his warriors to roar madly with excitement. Grobak turned to face the walls with a sinister smile and thrust his axe towards the walls viciously.