<div class="floatright">(http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/images/games/orc%20instructions.JPG)</div>Vynar's fist was made up of four squads, her scouting and recon squad, her 'heavies' or the men and women who preferred armor and did a great job guarding the camp at nights, her outriders or calvary, and of course her berserkers.  Each of the squads held a rotating number no less then six, but usually no more than ten men or women that fit into that group.    So it was the naked and half nude berserker squad she had arrayed behind her to hold the gap in the line.  The sight of a naked redhead perched a top a rock, with a half a dozen nearly men and women, mostly human and mostly celtish, on either side of her would look like a tempting target, easy pickings.   Behind them, the heavies, ready to step in with shields and plate in case the orcs had the brains to try to use arrows at range instead of closing.   Then behind the recon, ready to fill in the gaps as needed and use their own bows and crossbows to plug any gaps in the line.<br/><br/>The outriders would be of little use in this type of a fight, so were sent to scout the flanks and make sure that the orcs hadn't decided to brave the rocky hillsides of the germanic landscape in order to get around and flank the platoon.  If they wanted to come through, the only easy way to move a horde of fifty or so barbarians would be through this wooded pass.  Celes felt the cool spring wind blowing across her mostly nude body and trilled at the experience.  It was a little cooler here in Germania then her homeland of Britania, but the weather was similar.   She could feel the breeze, a living thing, the breath of the world caress her body, tease her nipples to firmness, stroke her sex as if it were the breath of Shoni herself, coaxing her to bed.  She felt the blood pounding in her veins and knew that this would be a good battle.  Move fast, strike faster.  Her father had told her that when she was a little girl.  She was never very big, certainly not as big as her brothers or even her sister.  But she was fast, and once she learned that she couldn't stand toe to toe with her siblings, that she had to stay mobile, they never were able to beat her or bully her again.<br/><br/>She felt a dull throbbing in her loins.  She would beat this orc, Garak, and when she did, the village in the valley behind her would be safe for at least a few more years.  It was an important village to her family.  They supplied a rare mineral mined in these hills.  They had an exclusive agreement with house Vynar, and shipped it only to them.  Her house had almost total control of the supply of Boron that came into Britannia.  It didn't sound like much, but when mixed with sand, it made glass that was harder, clearer, and easier to work than anything else.  There wasn't a single window in the palace that wasn't made with Vynar supplied Boron fired glass.  It was a large component of her familys new wealth.  There was of course the old wealth, land, slaves, etc.  But this boom in industry had helped house Vynar quite a bit.<br/><br/>Then, like the beasts they were, the orcs made their way through the morning fog.  At first only a small group came, but Celes could just make out a number more figures in the distance, hiding in the fog.<br/><br/>A scrawny looking orc stepped forwards and put his hands on his hips only a hundred yards from where her line stood.  This couldn't be Garak, he was too weak, too pitiful.  It was likely that this was a runt they put out to draw arrows, just incase.  But then the scrawny orc spoke, and it was obvious while he may not be the strongest orc in the clan, he might have the loudest voice.<br/><br/>"GARAK ONETUSK, SCOURGE OF GERMANIA, FATHER OF A HUNDRED, BLADE IN THE MOUNTAINS, DEMANDS THE RETURN OF OUR SACRED IDOL.   GIVE IT TO US, AND HALF OF YOUR WOMEN AS SLAVES, AND WE SHALL ONLY KILL ONE MAN IN TEN AND ALLOW YOU TO KEEP THE UGLY WOMEN."<br/><br/>From behind the scrawny orc, a huge heavily muscled orc wielding a massive two handed sword laughed and pointed at Celes.  The scrawny orc laughed and said, "THE RED HEADED WOMAN WILL HAVE THE HONOR OF RECEIVING GARAKS SEED TONIGHT WHEN YOU SURRENDER."