Orc Calamity

"Sister Hellie, what's wrong?" Phillip lumbered over and collected the few coins that jumped out of her bag.

Hellie standing there in a daze, received the collected money back.

Demze chuckled on the coach, as she knew what was wrong, as even she thought Phillip was very handsome.

"Sister come sit down and let Us all have a good... Look at the Legbreaker, while We wait for Uncle... Jukzuk to return."

Hellie nodded absentmindedly as she went and sat beside Demze.

Phillip sat in the chair where he got his hair cut. It seemed that Demze already cleaned up everything while he went to look at himself in the mirror... That was... Fast! Maybe he took too long...

Demze reached over and pushed up on Hellie's chin, as she chuckled. She knew what Hellie was feeling because she too felt a certain way looking at Phillip. Orcs weren't known for looks, but at the same time, there were Orc aesthetics that everyone agreed on.

Phillip's face looked far better than any Orc in the Blacktongue clan currently, however...

"Tin-can have you ever tried to train?" Hellie asked, out of nowhere.

"Train? You mean cultivate?" Phillip asked as he wasn't sure.

"No! TRAIN!" Hellie made a bicep pose, showing the peak of her biceps in jade green.

"You know. Moving weights? Sitting under a waterfall? Climbing? Anything???"

"...Humans don't really do that... They cultivate." Phillip shook his head with a slight laugh. He felt a rush referring to humans as something that wasn't him. It felt surprisingly good.

"Cultivate? Well, I cultivate, but you see this?" Hellie stood up and flexed her abs. She then turned and lifted her red cloth that dr.a.p.ed of her armor around her h.i.p.s, and flexed her hamstring to her gluts...

Phillip couldn't help himself... Ever since that day that Hellie hooked her legs around his waist, he thought of her often. He tried hard the first few days not to think of her... But... His fantasies got the best of him, and now seeing her in person...

A bad smile hung on his lips, as he watched with gusto as Hellie showed off each of her muscle groups.

Demze watched Phillips face, and the l.e.w.d look in his eyes.

"Oh." Hellie's mouth made an "O" over her tusks, as she sat down again.

"He got the point when you showed off her legs, but you didn't have to continue. Have some situational awareness."

"Situ-what?" Hellie wondered out loud.

"Doesn't matter." Demze shook her head.

Phillip's bad smile was wiped away the moment Demze spoke, and he went back to his usual stone face he wore when he was among humans.

"We need to get you some new teeth." Demze broke the budging awkward atmosphere.

Phillip gave a questioning grunt.

"You know to replace these." Demze pointed to her tusks.

"Oh, I've never had tusk," Phillip spoke the truth.

"Oh?" Phillip thought about it... He had never had tusks, ever... Should he get some... But did that mean he was-

"Just got back from the Chieftain!" Jukzuk shouted while laughing on the way back.

The group looked to Jukzuk, as he came next to Phillip, and slapped him on the shoulder. Contrary to Jukzuk's expectation... Phillip didn't jiggle, as Jukzuk's smile became wider.

Looking down at his face, Jukzuk was startled.

"Hoy..." He walked around to the front of Jukzuk with his back to his two nieces.

Phillip looked puzzled, as Jukzuk thought a bit more.

"Boy... How much do you know about the current Orc clans or orc history?"

Phillip grunted a "Nothing."

Jukzuk shook his head, as he paced a few times around the room.

"Jukzuk... W-"

"I'm your Elder, boy. Until we figure a proper place for you, call me such."

Phillip remembering how Orcs spoke to each other, he nodded.

"Elder Jukzuk, What's wrong. I don't understand."

Jukzuk sighed, as he came to the others, and spoke, "Test your honor with me, boy. I just want to see one last thing."

Phillip nodded and during the test Jukzuk noted Phillip's skin turning red, and his bulging veins. Jukzuk won the test but didn't hurt Phillip either.

Phillip felt neither bad or good about this test, and only want to know why Jukzuk was acting so... Stern.

"As I thought..."

"Thought what... Uncle?" Demze asked she couldn't stand the waiting any longer!

As if a light went off in Demze's mind, she sat up straighter, but now when she looked at Phillip, there was also a hint of fear, "The Burningfist Clan was destroyed by the Human's about six hundred years ago. They were known for their warriors' rage and their shaman's mastery over fire... The reason for the clan name... They were strange Orcs, that claimed to trace their blood and lineage to the Orc Calamity, and from him, they had perverse healing abilities. Before a battle, they would smear the backs of their arms in oil and set them on fire. It would continue to burn and heal. It was said that the fire actually caused them to heal! Some of the more crazed Orcs would set their whole upper body on fire. As it burned, they healed, but what could be more terrifying than a Clan of Warriors charging you? A Clan of Warriors on fire that won't die!"

Phillip s.u.c.k.e.d in a breath of air! Being able to be set on fire? Heal through burning up?

After a few moments to process this, Jukzuk spoke up, "Boy, you don't know it... But in my travels, I've seen an Old Orc from the Burningfist Clan. Can't be more than a dozen of them left. I remember one thing about him that was strange. Anytime he used his strength, his skin would turn red and his veins would wiggle like worms. Tell me how that sounds like."

Phillip looked at both of his arms, when Hellie jumped up from her seat, "LET'S SET HIM ON FIRE!!!" She squealed with glee.

Phillip jerked back with, "WOT?!"

Demze started cackling, while Jukzuk shouted, "No, you foolish girl! What if I'm wrong?!"

"Oh..." Hellie slumped back down, as her armor rattled.