The war raged. Soldiers from both side, laid rotting on the battlefield.
Korgat Bloodfist, the mercenary Hobgoblin general, clashed with Groth Fenish mercanary general of the Goblins.
They wrestled at each other, their finger locked, pushing toward each other. The ground breaking beneath them.
Groth laughed, "You're strong. General Korgat."
"I could say the same for you." Korgat growled, pushing him, and raised his leg, then threw a kick toward him.
Groth's eyes widened, then his grin turned into a smile and his hand came up, blocking the kick.
He was pushed back few yard, smoke coming off his arms. He grainned, smiling toward him.
Kroth smiled and then rushed toward him, "Here I go."
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"Oho... I love how you do it." Griselda Ironfang said, her voice dripping with lust. Her red breast jiggling with every motion.
"I know I am good, babe." Adrish Zenith replied, blocking her spear with his, trying to push him off.
"Hey... Say?" She said, her voice thick with lust.
