The lucky gaggle of ten orks had a seven foot forest monster descend upon them.
A group of orks was a horde, but that didn't fit a group of ten or even fifty. Since the size of this group was laughable, they earned the term gaggle.
Their beady eyes widened and they grunted in surprise. It shouldn't have been that surprising, they were on their way to attack me after all. As my fist came down upon the first lucky bastard - time slowed down.
My fist and then my qi crushed his face into the back of his skull and the only place for his brains to go were out his ears. He had a thick skull and it was a mighty blow and there was a distinct lack of brains despite Gisael's warning of their cunning.
His feet lifted and his body flew backwards from the force and speed of the impact. He caught the side of the ork behind him and made it lose its footing as he flew past.