Trandya nods and took deep breaths, calming down. Draka ignores it and followed after her uncle and father, they then walk looks at her and places her hand on her shoulder, making Trandya look at her, "Deep breaths, my daughter." she whispers. The Frostwolf clan looks at the other clans as she then looks ahead at the great gate, she then felt fear gripping at her spine. She then walks back to the side of the pit, getting out. "Monster enough for you, warcheif?" Orgrim asks him. Backhand frowns as Orgrim and Durotan smirk at her in pride. The orc growls at her as she stretches her arms out, he then charges at her as she charges right at him, then she jumps and then grabs his horn, spins right around him, making him twist his head and she slams him right down the ground, breaking his neck. He removes his hand and she jumps down into the pit. She looks at him, smiles and nods assuring him. "I won't fight on baseless promises," she informs him, he smirks and Durotan places his hand on her shoulder. "Let me fight this old fang, I'll break his bones." Orgrim growls, Durotan just places his hand on his shoulder as Trandya ran her hand over her braids, "You are not afraid, are you?" Blackhand questions Trandya, the two look at her as she then looks at Blackhand and then removes her weapons and wristbands. "We're conquering another world." he informs them, Trandya shot her eyes at him, "Is that even possible?" she asks him, We will see, but only to those that are brave enough to fight for it," he informs them, she then exhales looks away. The lands we have seen or either dead or dying," he questions as Orgrim slides his hammer off his shoulder, glaring at the wannabe warrior. "I've matched my clan for a month to be here, where is this new homeland you have summoned us. "Warband?" he questions, exchanging looks with her and Orgrim. Trandya raises her eyebrow at him and then looks at her father. "You live, you get to join my Warband, you die my wolf will be well fed," he states as Blacksky removes his weapons and wristbands, then roars at them, pounding his fist and jumps down. "Blacksky!" he calls out and the 9-foot orc turns to him. "You are no monsters," he states then looks at the young warrior. Durotan places his ax as Trandya was crossing her arms. Then the orc lead Durotan, Orgrim, and Trandya and they look at him, "Who fights for your clan?" he asks them, then Chief of Blackhand clan walks up to them, "Blackhand." Orgrim states and the two look over at, then Durotan and Trandya turn to him as well. The gates then open and the clam walks inside. Then the little orc glares at him, "This all you have?" he questions him, "No." Orgrim states and dumps the second bag, presenting more of his dead. Durotan dumps his bag, presenting the victims of his ax. Trandya looks at all of the warriors that have come, some glared at her, but she snarls at them, then she followed after her father and uncle as they walk over to a table. All have been summoned." Durotan tells his best friend, "It will be a mighty war band, I just wonder who will be left to fight?" Oigrim said to Durotan. The next day came as all clan gathered at the gate, Durotan and Oigrim held bags over their shoulders, Trandya followed after them as her hand along with her mother, keeping her hand on her shoulder "So many clans in one place Oigrim, Laughing Skull, Blackrock. ![]() Trandya looks away as she was smiling trying not to laugh, but failing at it. Trandya was not impressed, Orgrim just 'hm' at him, "Desperate, so you're green." he states then started to laugh, Durotan joins in, Draka joined in with a smile. "Do you think Blackhand strong enough without it?" he asks him and Trandya then looks back at the fell orc, the orc looks back at him, "Why be strong enough, when you're stronger still?" he asks them and then flexed for them. They are forged in battle," he tells them, then turns away and walks off. "I respect Gul'dan, but a warrior is not made.
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