Ungar looks at the tree and sighs with good humor. "There be an Orc here, with a bloody great big sword the size of a small human. Let him chop down the blasted tree."

Stepping forward, the Orc brings his sword behind him, ready to swing and giving his companions apt warning of what he is about to do, and takes a deep breath, letting it out as he arcs the sword towards the tree's trunk.

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