Igg'wy half-smiled, his eyes glistening. This weather wasn't that big of a hindrance to him, as he was accustomed to it. He had inured to harsh weather, and the clothes and thick hair he wore only helped.
"Orcs, here? Oh yes," he said, his feet already starting to run. "This'll be fun!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, though his voice was very low, and a bit raspy, and not the clearest.
Running right past Tipo, he tried to keep up with the orcs flying towards the rock wall, but his shorter, Dwarven feet couldn't quite keep up with them.
"Death, now? Oh yes," he yelled out once again, as one Orc ran towards him. He took out one of his swords, and set it towards the Orc, facing diagonally away from Igg'wy's torso. The other soon followed, and together with Igg'wy himself formed into a V-shape.
As he reached the Orc, he jumped, and he the Orc was perplexed. One of Igg'wy's unexplainable talents was jumping high. With amazing brute strength he pushed away the Orc's blade, and thrust his own into the creature's skull, and left it there. As he landed, and the Orc's body fell down behind him, he grabbed his crossbow from his back, and took aim of an Orc far away in the blizzard, one which he thought no human could see, maybe not even every elf, but one he did, and just as quickly as he had pulled out his crossbow, the Orc let out a low cry for help, and fell onto its knees, falling into the thick snow.
"How you like that, bastards?" he said, jumping to face the opposite direction, and grabbing his sword from the skull of the Orc. "I was right, wasn't I? Oh yes," he said, scratching the part of the beard right above his mouth with his thumb. "That was fun!"
