?Oh, little pinkling, there?s nowhere to run here. Now come! Take the blade and do your worst! I would see what you are made of, one way or another! You will fight and die, or you will cower and die, but either way, ? she taunted, ?you will die!? The ork mob howled with laughter as the she-ork threw her hands in the air again, turning about and playing to her crowd.
