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[TWO DAYS LATER]

'Sploosh!'

"GUH?" Grog's eyes shot open. His face was wet, and he was upright. In front of him, a nervous looking orc wearing a pair of thick goggles stood with a bucket.

"What the hell, Bro?" Grog roared at the shorter male. "Was that supposed to be some kind of prank?"

Brugo, or Bro, dropped the bucket, raised his hands, and shook his head quickly. "N-no way man!" He stammered. "I was ordered to wake you up but I wasn't about to risk my hands doing so. I n-need them!"

Grog shot him a confused look. "What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded.

"You killed and ate two of our soldiers, and I'm not about to be the third. So I simply... restricted you... and proceeded to wake you in a way that would not make physical contact."

"Restrict...?" Grog asked. He went to move his legs, only to find them bound with chains, held in place with long metal spikes embedded into the earth. His arms were in the same condition, and in such a way that he was forced to remain upright. He squeezed his eyes shut. "My head hurts too..."

"That would be because of the repeated blows to your head." A deeper voice said. A third orc, taller than even Grog, stepped into view.

"Ack! S-sir... as you can see I've woken up your s-son -- I mean Grogner -- and um..." Brugo stammered, clearly over stressed by the recent events. Before he could say anymore, the large orc held up a hand.

"That's quite enough Brugo. You may return to the tactician's quarters."

With a nervous nod, he quickly shuffled away, shooting a glance at Grog before he left, as if to say 'it was nice knowing you'.

Next he turned to Grog. "So tell me, what is the last thing you remember before waking up here?"

Grog winced. "Ugh, I was in battle... that blowhard-"

"Commander."

"y-yeah, Commander ordered me to fight and kill, so I found a guy, we got into a fight, and I stabbed him through the gut. Then I woke up here."

The taller orc seemed less than impressed with that. "I see. Well, son, let me fill you in. After that, you went berzerk, ate him, then proceeded to kill and eat several more soldiers, two of which were my own men."

"Ber...zerk?" He asked, as if he didn't understand the word.

"Yes, berzerk. As in crazy, insane, violent, unstable... need I go on?"

"N-no I think I get it. So I ate people. I killed and ate people." He couldn't help but chuckle. "Hehehe, and that asshole said I wasn't bloodthirsty enough." He looked up at his father. "I don't suppose one of those poor fuckers I chowed on was the Commander, was it?"

"No, I assure you I am still alive. To your disappointment, it would appear." The Commander said, joining Grog's father in the clearing.

"Well, you're observant." Grog said, his voice turning bitter. "But at least you got quite an eyeful didn't you?"

"Actually I stopped by to say that I was impressed with your work. However it took two days for you to get your ass up, which I am not too impressed with. I hope next time you will take less time to get out there and fight."

"There may not be a next time. I cannot risk you attack any more of your fellow soldiers. While I have had many reports of your surprising fighting ability, no amount of enemies killed is worth sacrificing your own men to stop someone in a state like yours."

"So you're back to being worthless again, hm?" The commander shrugged.

"Come again, commander?" Grog's father asked.

"Well, sir, it just so happens, I was hoping that with the addition of a berzerker like warrior to my squad would increase the amount of progress I can make toward capturing the enemy base. But if you say that the kid is in no way able to fight, I have nothing more I need from him."

"Why you--" Grog made a move to strangle to commander, but his restraints held firmly in place.

"See now that's the kind of anger I want to see from you!" he laughed.

"I swear when I get out of these things you are dead, asshole!" Grog roared, drawing the attention of nearby soldiers. The back and forth between Grog and the commander was clearly a one sided battle. All the commander wanted was to rile up the younger male, and it working spectacularly.

In the midst of all this, however, his father remained stoic.

"Alright, alright, that's enough." He said, more or less shooing away the onlookers like one would shoo a child from the kitchen. He turned his back for a split second, and in that time, three things happened.

1. The restraints snapped, freeing Grog.
2. Grog tackled the Commander
3. The commander landed on a small tree, and impaled himself on it, dying instantly.

Grog pulled himself up from the ground, his bare side scraped up from where the tree grazed him. The commander's face was frozen in shock, a red blossom spreading from the wound.

"Oh, shit." Grog said, before promptly passing out.