Baugur decided to take a shortcut back to the village through the forest. The weather was not too cold on this morning. The sun was shining and melting the snow from the winter that has just left. The dwarf stopped over a sunspot which was coming through the leaves and let the light warm his face for a while and said to himself:
- "Today is a good day" - and after a few minutes, he went further into the forest.
But as Baugur entered the forest, he started to listen to something that sounded like people talking. I could say that Baugur first thought it was nothing, maybe just someone passing by, but Baugur is no fool. The man whom was on the front of the Rebellion of the Nines, the man whom led his fellows dwarves to the victory against the Orcs of the south whom had slaved his people and him for decades can not be a fool.
But before Baugur could find out from where the voices were coming, three gruesome Orcs jumped out the tree's branches. With their weapons already drawn they surrounded the dwarf, leaving him nowhere to run.
However, the dwarf do not wished to run. Instead, he grabbed the warhammer with his two hands and with a smile in the corner of his mouth said in a harsh and hoarse voice:
"Ooh, how I love Orcs for breakfast!"
And before the Orcs even react, Baugur had already lifted his warhammer up and brought it down to meet one of the monster's face, crushing it to pieces. The second Orc which, by the way, was even uglier than the first, flew towards Burgur, holding the sword over his own head and was about to strike when Baugur, impressively fast, dashed the attack as he ducked, and before the horrid green creature could act again, Baugur pushed the wamhammer's handle against the Orc's stomach, making him lose his breath. Baugur knew the advantage and struck a powerful kick between the creature's leg - every men of every species weakness - which was followed by a scream so loud that the whole dwarf's village must have heard. The Orc then, felling a unimaginable amount of pain, fell with his back against a tree and stayed there whining.
The third Orc, dishonest as all of its kind, tried to slash the dwarf on his back, running and yelling as only a Orc can. Baugur turned and faced the creepy and pathetic creature. It was time to bring it to an end. The warhammer, dripping orc's black blood, flew upward and crashed against the Orc's jaw, pulling out half of its head. The Orc fell down as a rock but still conscious.
Baugur turned back to the second Orc, already tired of its whining, and put the warhammer through his head, mixing wood, brains and bones, painting the tree black. The skull-crusher dwarf then walked on the third Orc's direction, speeding up a little and lifting the warhammer one last time as he approached him and, when close enough, the heavy block of metal came down like a guillotine, except there wasn't a head in a bucket, instead it liquefied.
Baugur stopped and took a long and deep breath. With one of his foot over the Orc's chest, victorious, he raised his head and let, again, the sunlight shine over him and with a sigh said, almost whispering:
- "Today is a good day".
