Immediately, the sound of tribal drums begin beating in the clan cleaving grounds. Two long rows of orcs thumping their axes on the ground to the beat, with only one word being chanted over and over "Djembe, Djembe, Djembe," The orc theme from the first dawn of war game plays as the returning savage stomps down the aisle, only to have the current warboss step up and push him aside. With a swift wind that blurred vision and cut through any sound, the giant orc's jaw fell to the ground, severed from his skull. The giant looked down, and began to slump. His head snapped off of his neck, and a whining beep sounded from the hole in his throat. In what seemed to be hours for the other orcs, the warbosses body began to swell and then pop, shrapnel exploding from the meat into the surrounding grunts, dismembering them on the spot. The lone Marine with orcish trophies for armour plating was only missing one grenade from his belt, and his combat knife dripped a drop of blood from it's magically clean blade.
How's that for a returning tribute?
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