"Swine," Pazo snorts. "cave entrance to Razorfen filled with nasty oder of pig sweat and filth. Ominous in size and thick of air, team pressed forward into den of evil razorbacks. The creatures learned very quickly that initial guards of door were in insufficient numbers to repel determined tauren and token undead guy."
"But even door gaurds were tough. Much harder to kill than most Razorbacks Pazo do battle with before. And to make things worse, razorback warriors had armor! Full plate mail armor!"
"Never in years of hunting had Pazo or any others in team seen Razorbacks wear wargear of such craftsmanship. Warpaint covered the gear, and standards rose from backs like great war flag of rallying. With squeels and snorts, nasty creatures could seldom be killed before calling in help from nearby razorbacks. So much blood..."
"While searching for the phial Pazo needed, had learned thing had fallen into hands of razorback rogue named Roogug. But in mess of razorbacks, all creatures look same, and not always wear nametags."
"Pazo remember little of warfare. With rush of blood and hot of flesh, Pazo swung mighty hardened iron shortsword crafted just for such battle, while warding off blows with small round shield in other hand. As Razorbacks would swing with masterwork swords at Pazo, rage and fury would rise like torrent of great storm. First one would battle Pazo, then with a shout two more would come, then another two. Five at once, all swinging swords bouncing off silvered breastplate of shiney. Shouldergaurds and mail pants would block many an attempt to slay Pazo with attacks of dirty."
"With shout of horror, Pazo would unleash fear on creatures, demoralizing razorbacks so much the swords of vile creatures felt like mear swamp mosquitos. With each swing could feel more blood ooze out of wounds from sword hits. Yet Idnawa would let magic ripple forth and heal Pazo, wounds closing and energy returning to Pazo's swing. The sounds of Singinghorn's gun and Ghost's roar were blurred out by sounds of squeeling razorbacks filling room. Too many. Far too many."
"So Pazo plant feet firmly in battle stance and let forth a challenging roar. Every Razorback in small cave look to mighty tauren warrior and charged, flinging blades and arrows and spells all at Pazo with new found fury. But Pazo is not without wiles."
"Retaliation. A skill of the warrior learned not long ago to deftly strike any opponent that strike warrior. Pazo gain great skill with this tactic. All Razorbacks took swing at Pazo, and with masterful skill, Pazo swing back, sinking blade into each Razorback, feeling muscles fling and tendons rip. Never has Pazo moved so quickly. Blade darting too and fro."
"But there was a problem. Idnawa was weak from healing. Mana depleated and Singinghorn doing best to pick off remainder of Razorbacks on Pazo, Pazo felt legs go weak with bloodloss and hurt. With stumble to ground saw last Razorback, near point of death, trying to swing at Pazo, when suddenly creature scream and fall to ground, none other than young Trogbob standing behind it, holding sword Pazo fashioned for silly rogueman, grinning with jawless grin."
