The Threian line, initially holding firm, began to crack under the relentless pressure of the Rock Bear and Black Tree tribes. The orcish advance, a tide of muscles, furious rage, bloodlust, hunger for vengeance and a mixed of crudely and properly fashioned weaponry, overwhelmed the Threian defenses along a significant section of the battlefield.
The ground trembled with the weight of their charge. Dhug'mur, his tusks gleaming in the sun, led the Rock Bear tribe, a whirlwind of bone-crushing blows. Vir'khan, his old face smeared with sweat and blood, commanded the Black Tree warriors with brutal efficiency.
"For the Rock Bears!" Dhug'mur roared, his voice a guttural bellow that cut through the chaos of battle. He cleaved a Threian soldier in two with a single, mighty swing of his greataxe. The severed halves tumbled to the ground amidst a spray of blood and viscera.