Volk's voice thundered over the chaos, clear and commanding despite the raging battle. His blade caught the dim light as he pointed toward the massive bird's wings and legs. "Focus your attacks on its joints and underbelly! Bring it down!"
The Horde erupted into action, their ranks tightening and their movements sharpening with purpose. The Ogres roared, their voices like rolling thunder, and charged with renewed vigor. Each of them swung their massive weapons with deadly intent, aiming for the joints of the creature's wings. Orcs surged forward, spears and axes at the ready, targeting the softer flesh of the beast's exposed underbelly.
But the beast was far from defenseless.
As if sensing its peril, the bird unleashed a deafening cry that echoed through the peaks. KREEEEEEEEE! The sound rippled through the battlefield like a shockwave, causing the Horde to falter momentarily. Some clutched their ears in pain, their weapons wavering as the sound assaulted their senses.
