Yelling of men, women, and children echo'd into Yokenstil. In front of Araen, around 30 yards or so, a woman was begging for what appeared to be her son to run away from the noise. The boy was pulling away but the woman held on and he started to speak to her, but Araen couldn't tell what they were saying. The screaming an panic was cancerous, and fighting could be heard in the distance. Araen ran 20 yards until she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a 9ft tall war orc jump from one of the roof tops to atop a large wooden box, crushing it. The young man pushed his mother away and ran toward the beast, drawing his short sword.
'that fucking kid is gonna get himself killed!' Araen sprinted towards the orc and the boy. The boy stabbed his sword into the orcs leg, but it only angered him. Araen quickly tried to pull out her battle ax, but she was too far away to attack. As the orc swung his horse cleaver at the teenager, Araen got into range to cut the giant down. Araen swung hard at his neck, cutting his jugular in half, but the head still held on by a few strands of flesh. It wasn't until Araen heard the wailing of a mother until she realized that the blood on the horse cleaver was not the orcs.