Snippet #2664582

Ottaga's round black eyes stared down the annoying Frostarian. After his call, the bull slammed his fist on the arm of his throne. "I want them dead! The both of them! Now!" He roars.

His men jump into action. Three tables flip and four chairs clatter in the duos direction as the Boff swarm, growling, hissing and circling. There was a rainbow of weapons ranging from spears to spiked clubs.

Ottaga himself reached behind his throne and pulled out a medium length, double sided ax. As he fully pulled it out he rose and approached his black furred, right hand man and began mumbling and snorting. The bull was already up and waiting for him, nodding as he accepted orders. Once it was done he holstered his gun and aimed for the Kiffar.

Boff puffed and waited at the bottom of his throne, often digging his hoof into the ground. Jaek would be with him soon, at the least, if Tehran couldn't hold off the Kiffar.

Inside the circle someone threw the first hit and it was the swing of a sword by a lean looking male with skinny mustache tentacles. The swing was at Jaek and as soon as it was completed another tried to take a club to Torm's knees. Now everyone was yelling and attacking at once.