The vast Sanpa Forrest stretched away on all sides in front of Graznak. Overcast as the morning was, as the Greenskin army entered the forest the impenetrable canopy and mist that clung to every thing made the way dark. The darkness was not as much of a problem for the grots who were used to making their way through caves, but the mist blocked their sight as readily as stone.
Shapes could be seen and Graznak could feel the agitation of the orcs behind him. He felt it too, they had made a bad showing in the last battle and wanted to redeem themselves. And wanted to smash things anyway. The dimness frustrated them, they could hear the echoes of the enemy ahead, and made the situation worse.
Shadows appeared suddenly near the ruins of an ancient tower and before he could stop them the ladz were off and running towards the enemy.
Graznak grunted and let them go, he could hear the cries of some as they succumbed to whatever horrors lurked in the unseen places of the forest. He quickly forgot about them as a light glimmered ahead. A pink, dancing flame like light made shadows appear where they could not be.
Stepping out through the line of the mist Graznak could see unearthly beings moving in a capering dance, iridescent beings swaddled in flame, he pulled back on Boartoo's reigns and watched as a giant emerged from the fog and blundered right into the monsters. Their shooting flames did little to hurt the giant but as he smashed them, each creature would burst into two smaller, bluer creatures and renew the attack.
Tearing his eyes away from the unearthly spectacle Graznak sighted the enemy and just as he did so something massive and red emerged suddenly from the treeline and smashed down in front of him splattering him with clods of earth before bounding off again, landing amidst massive armoured warriors. His ankles bit into Boartoo's flanks as he wiped the mud from his eyes and soon Graznak was also aiming at the warriors, to smash into their armour and try his best to avoid being ensnared by the chains that tied to the two giant squigs together.
But his path was bared by a lone armoured man with a flaming sword. Graznak didn't mind, he would take his smashing anywhere he could get it. And soon the two were trading blows. The dismounted man was at a great disadvantage and was soon driven to his knees before Graznak dispatched him with a backhanded swing of his cutter.
His cavalry had joined the fray against the armoured giants and the proud warriors of chaos were giving ground before the forces of destruction. When Graznak joined in, it was the doom of the followers of Tzeentch, but as the last of them fell, a wave of pink, glowing daemons poured over Graznak and his warriors. There were so many foes Graznak didn't even have to aim his blows, each powerful swing clove a daemon in twain.
As the horde diminished the Orc warboss could see the last of his warriors falling before the forces of chaos on his left. The ill tempered beast between his legs was loathe to move away from the squishy daemons but with his usual brutality Graznak convinced him.
The orcs, gave way to the chaos warriors but just as the warriors were about to turn and move to the aid of their sorcerous masters trolls emerged from the gloom and smashed into them. The warriors bore up but their doom was upon them and as Graznak charged them in the rear their fate was sealed. Soon that portion of the forest rang with the sounds of stone clubs battering metal armour and the dull crack of the bone under that armour giving away.
As the last of the warriors fell Graznak turned to see the sorcerer lords of Tzeentch look on in horror as one of their number was kicked into a tree, its thin form making several notable cracks as it hit. The giant doing the kicking followed up with a headbutt that smashed a good portion of the tree down, though it did nothing to the wizard, who was trying to scramble away. It didn't get far as the giant brought his club down again and again and again, until it was hard to tell if the wet sounds it was making was the mashing of meat or the pounding of earth. Likely there was enough of a mix of the two that it was both.
The way was clear.
Leaving many of of his followers dead on the field Graznak lead the remnants of his army on. He had a decision to make, would he try to push his way back to the Realmgate in Phassaly and take his chances against the forces of Khorne or push further South and try to make for the Realmgate on the Island of Olgland.
