That massive orc's face turn into an angry sneer while you stood still hoping for help. His lips parted to reveal more of those tusks along with the smaller teeth around them. Gulping in fear you knew this was something you should be you should be running from as he grumbled something in his native tongue. But you stood still as he rocked forward on one foot, his other lifting up to expose the dirty green flesh of his sole, every crease shown for your eyes. Turning about to flee in a panic, you could feel the wind of the foot falling towards you as your steps tried to take you out of the shadow encroaching on you.
Luck seemed to find you, even after the turn it had taken to bring you to the heart of the Horde at such a small size, as you were knocked forward by the foot hitting the ground. A cloud of dirt blew over your now prone body as a lumbering green toe loomed over your inch tall body, so close to crushing you beneath its girth. Scampering forward on your hands and knees, you start to move away from the orc warrior that wanted to crush you. His toes lifted upwards as he moved his entire foot forward to shroud you under his sole once again. But you could see a small gap between the wall of the barracks and the weapons rack of the training area. Charging forward on your hands and knees as you feel the rough flesh of the grunt's foot scraping your back, you leap forward towards that crevice just as you feel the muscles tense in the sole.
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