The warriors of the Horde, magnificent and fearsome to behold, roll across the Arathi Basin in a red and black tide, falling on the Alliance. No words are spoken; they know what they must do. They know what is at stake, and so the battle begins in grim silence.
All of a sudden
A cry of fury and anguish thunders across the battlefield
Heads turn, swords pause in mid-swing as the might of the Horde personified roars
[Honorabull-Darrowmere]: IM TOO DRUNK TO TASTE THIS CHICKEN