The Tainted Flesh (IC)

[Meat Shield]

Tosk

Aldan

"You! You do not go running in with no perspective, no back-up, and no plan! There is a distinction between a soldier and war hound which you bloody well just blurred!"

"Well, I'se sorry I didna go to some damned milt-ry school to take all dis here stuff as higher learnin'! Some uf us hadta lern it da hard way, not in some damned classroom, Gramps!" The ogre grips the flail tightly, his knuckles white through his dark brown fur. "You don' know half o' what I hadta lern to get here," in a cold, dark, low growl. Lesser, wild ogres would have struck already.