Suicidal Horde
Volk sighed, it seems he needed to explain, running a hand over the gleaming surface of his gauntlet.
He hadn't expected to become a teacher, but it was clear these wild Orcs were as uninformed as they were defiant.
"Humans," he began, his voice steady, "are creatures like us. Flesh and blood. But they're smaller, weaker. They don't have our strength or endurance."
The group nodded, their expressions ranging from mild interest to boredom.
"But what they lack in physical strength," Volk continued, his tone darkening, "they make up for with numbers, weapons, and cunning. They build massive armies, wear shining metal armor to protect themselves, and use tools that can pierce even the toughest hide. They are relentless."
The young dagger-wielder's brow furrowed. "Tools? Like this?" He held up his weapon.