The Last Battle: Panel 06

The farmer's son -- a nineteen-year-old, strapping muscleman in his own right -- came outside when he heard the commotion.

"You called fer me, Daddy?" he yawned, running his mildly-calloused hand over his messy hair.

But something was wrong...

"Wha... what's goin' on?!"

He stared in awe at the huge, green orc standing on their land!

"Son," the farmer yelled at his son to snap out of his stupor, "watch out!  There's another one!!"