A daunting specimen of an orc, tall and no less broad for it. He seemed forged from slabs of muscle and resentful malice, dark and leathery skin trailed by every kind past harm. His armor fared no better than his skin did.
If anything about him were truly fearful, it was that clever yellow glint in his broad and fearsomely unhandsome face, that ill will made intelligent, and capable.
Despite his obvious strength and size, his choice of weapon was perhaps unconventional. A great arc of a bow, capable of launching arrows closer in scope to small spears.