After a productive rummage through the city, it was time to head back to their temporary den. The Skaven warband “Fierce” was scurrying back through the city as a good pace. The six rats easily moved through the shadows without making a noise. Even the large rat ogre, Stinky, had no trouble sticking to the darkness as shadows grew longer.
Cheesey the Assassin Adept came to a silent hault, and the warband froze. From the distance came the loud bellowing of the quarreling green-skin warband. The dumb brutes were walking in their direction. Cheesey saw that they were both heading down the same street, with only one way to get to the other side; by slicing through the thick sculls of the Orc warband.
Cheesey almost squealed in delight of the thought of sinking his fighting claws into the Orcs who had forced him to retreat.