Saturday, December 31, 2011
The Last Battle: Panel 03
Ready to work that day, he began to whistle a tune he'd heard from the tavern of a village an hour's walk from his home.
His jovial song soon came to a stop, however, when he spotted a horrifying sight at the front of the farm!
"Oh no... no..." he cried under his breath. "Orcs!"
The farmer assumed a wide stance and held his rake at the ready.
"Son!" he shouted with the knowledge that he'd alert the green intruders. "Where are yeh?! I need yer help!"