My axe, what have you done with my axe!

With no time to dwell on his pain, Asuck feels his body being dragged across the wet sand. Using all the strength he can muster, he catches a glimpse of what caused the initial pain, and what is now dragging his large body across the beach.

As Asuck eyes begin to focus on the shadowy figure, nausea and disorientation begins to over take his senses. Doing what any Orcish warrior would do in such circumstances, Asuck reaches for his trusty Great Axe , but his fingers find no such weapon. Rage in his voice he screams, “My axe, what have you done with my axe!".  Dwelling on the sickness no longer Asuck manages to overpower his capture and slips away.

Now, standing face to face he plots his attack, but then a voice from the west echos across the beach, Sea scorpions !