Helen approached the large orc Kurl as he was hunched over, working on loading a thirty foot ream of large caliber ammunition into his gatling gun. He was a broad figure, over five feet wide. And though he was hunched over, he still towered over eight feet tall. He had rough, brown green skin, but his head was hairless, showing his young age to be only in his teens. His lower jaw jutted forward and his bottom canines rested on the outside of his upper lip, one snapped off at the halfway point.

“You ready for this action?” Helen asked.