Garret quietly allowed himself to be bound to the branch. No use in trying to fight these green-men, whom he assumed were orks. They were colossal and stood a full two head higher than Garret. They brandished huge hunks of sharpened metal, perfect for hacking through bone and sinew. Many had jutting tusks protruding from their jaws. Quite scary creatures.
The horde took a short ride back to their camp and deposited Garret and Vu beside a large red canvas-and-leather pavilion. A flag with the orks' symbol fluttered in the slight breeze. Two green-skins tied Garret and Vu to tall wooden stakes and proceed to sit in front of the new prisoners.
The larger of the two stared at Vu, puzzled.
"Dis 'umies diffent. Wots' up wif his skin?" The ork poked Vu's tanned face with the point of his choppa.
The smaller one immediately jumped up off his feet and swiped the choppa from the larger ork's hand. Angered, the larger one stood up as well.
"Wot' was dat for?"
"Don't poke 'em! Dey ah NOT for eatins! Grimgot wants 'em unhurted!"
The larger ork stared angrily at the smaller one. The smaller one stared back, just as angrily. They proceeded to get into a shouting match with each other. Taking the guards' distraction as an opportunity, Vu whispered to Garret:
"Got any plans?"
Garret tap his foot on the ground for a few moments.
"I got one." he finally said, smiling. He looked around for a prime target and found one, sitting beside a purple fire and brandishing a wicked longsword. The Chaos Warrior was just the man he was looking for.
"Hey, orks." The orks stopped shouting for a minute to look at Garret, both still scowling. Garret nodded towards the Chaos Warrior. "That guy over there, sitting next to the fire? Yeah, he's been giving you dirty looks. He also mumbled something foul about your wrestling prowess, I think? Or maybe it was your mothers...?"
Quite offended, the orks went to retrieve their choppas and show that Chaos Warrior a lesson. But Garret stopped them by shaking his head.
"No, no, don't use those. He said you weren't good at wrestling. Just leave you weapons over here," Garret nodded at the ground, a few inches from his feet. "I'll make sure nobody steals them. You guys go wrestle him and prove him wrong."
The orks stared at the Chaos Warrior.
"I neva liked 'im anyway. Les git 'im."
The orks ran off towards the Warrior. Garret smiled crookedly and reached out with his foot for the choppas. Using his recently de-clothed toes (the bastards took his wool socks), he dragged the choppas to the base of his post.
The orks had just tackled the unsuspecting Warrior.
Garret put the sword perpendicular to the post, sharpened side up, and dropped to the ground. The blade sunk into the rope. Garret wiggled his arms back and forth as furiously as he could until the rope broke. Hands freed, Garret hefted the choppa, which weighed quite a bit, and slammed it down on Vu's ropes. Both freed, Garret and Vu looked at the orks, who now had the Warrior arm-barred and head-locked. The Warrior roared for help.
Brow furrowed, Garret watched as a large troop of Chaosmen jogged over to the Warrior. They tore the orks off him, both of which were smiling, happy to have proven themselves. From the pack of Warriors came a much more adorned Warrior. He was dressed from head to toe in Chaos armor, and pulled on of his men aside.
"Be on the watch. I do not trust these beasts easily." He gestured to the orks, seated on the gorund smiling. "There is something familiar in the air as well..."
A very tall man ran out to the well-adorned Warrior, who caught Garret's gaze across the way.
"They return, Warmaster." The Warmaster didn't even turn his head.
"And they bring visitors."
Garret inhaled sharply as he realized who this Warrior was.
"Vu, get in the tent." said Garret, pushing Vu into the tent. Garret followed.