Head to the arena

The orcs surround you, beginning to chant and yell. You prepare for a fight, before one of them points towards a large circle of stakes in the middle of the camp.

"We settle this there, one-on-one," Karstuk says. "No one else dies today."

"Master, you want us to strike?" one of the bandits yells.

"I can handle this uppity green cunt," you say confidently.

You're quickly led to the arena, where you find yourself surrounded by the stakes, with benches around for spectators which are almost instantly filled with Blackfury Orcs and Crimson Hand bandits. An Orc that's near naked except for a loincloth and tribal paint enters the arena, holding up a hand.

"The rules of the **** duel are simple. No ranged weapons or magic allowed! Only one of you two can leave alive! No outside interference allowed! No grudges or **** killing may take place, except in another **** duel!"

The Orc continues to rattle off a few stupid rules you barely listen to, before you nod. Chieftain Karstuk raises his sword, snarling.

"Die well, human," Chieftain Karstuk says.

"I'd be content if you just died, Karstuk. Anyway you damn well please."

With that, the duel quickly starts, with you raising your mace as the Chieftain charges towards you, his sword swinging through the air.