The party boarded the airship preparing for the assault on Netherstorm.  Almost as soon as they left the city, they were buffeted by turbulent winds.  Luitger couldn't help but wonder if this was because of the Burning Legion's preparation for battle.  Either way, he wasn't going to let it stand in his way.  He would take the fight to the demons themselves and annihilate them.  "About how long do we have until we get there?" Luitger asked.<br/><br/>His questioning was cut short by the sound of inhuman screaming coming from off in the distance.  He recognized the sound immediately.<br/>"Orcs!" he called out,"Read your weapons!"  As if in response to his words, 20 fel orcs descended from a cloud bank, raining javelins on them.  Luitger held his bastard sword over his to deflect one aimed expertly at his head.  The thrower came at him again, this time with an axe.  Luitger reacted quickly and cleft the rider and his mount in half.  "Come and get me, you filth!" he challenged to them.