Take his hand

"The Orc's a fool, and needs to be punished, but not ****. Take the offending hand, Chieftain Bloodaxe."

"Pah!" the Berserkers shout. "Why don't you just pinch his ear?!"

The Orc pauses, gulping.

"No, I didn't..." he says, before his green skin goes particularly pale.

"I'll do it, then," Bloodaxe says, walking forward as he raises his axe.

Bloodaxe twirls the axe through the air, and the blade quickly bites into the wrist of the poor assassin, slicing it off. He screams pitifully as the Berserkers toss him to the ground, bleeding heavily.

"Cause an accident and you pay," you say. "Sorry there, Orc."

"Well then, boys, now that that shit's settled, we prepare to march South. We take back what's ours soon, lads!" Bloodaxe roars, as the others roar in response.

You stand there, smiling as the Orc camp springs to life as your army expands greatly. Karstuk's Berserkers quickly approach you, a mixture of hate and sadness on their faces.

"You chose a weak punishment for a killer. You're a disgrace, and we will never serve you, nor your replacement."

"Then I'd advise you to get the fuck out of my camp, then," you reply with a smile.

"Karstuk was right about you," one spits, before the Berserkers turn, quickly walking off as they head away. With that, Shaga approaches you, tears streaming down her face.

"Thank you, thank you for ensuring due punishment that awful assassin," she weeps.

Shaga pulls you in close, embracing you.

"You took his hand! That wasn't part of the deal!" Shaga whispers into your ear.

"He's alive. I couldn't give him everything. I didn't want those hands reaching up the skirt of my beloved wife, now did I?"

"Fine," Shaga says. "Well, let this be the start of a glorious alliance and a good relationship."

"Perfect. Now, go back to mourning, will you?"

Shaga nods, walking away as she weeps, and you quickly find Bloodaxe, who orders Orcs around in packing up wagons full of supplies. Bloodaxe turns to you, smiling.

"Well, that was a shit show," Bloodaxe says. "Never been one for acting. I'm sure Shaga's real annoyed you took the boy's hand."

"You knew about all this?" you ask.

"Course I fucking knew, I'm not some dull cunt with a shit up his shitter, am I?" Bloodaxe says.

"You're not upset your brother won't be going to Furiosa for not dying on a battlefield?"

"Bah, that's all a load of shit. Orcs die and rot, we don't go nowhere," Bloodaxe says. "If I was upset, I'd have killed the Orc that betrayed him rather than the stranger no one ever trusted. Plus, since you're marrying Shaga, I suppose you're my brother now. Well, we need to get to discussing all the shit and sweat of our newfound alliance, yeah? The rest of the Orcs might be easily convinced, but not me. I'm still unsure of this. I just don't want to spend another fucking minute in that shitty village and I trust Shaga. We'll discuss it on the trip to the shitty old south. I'll round up the boys, you grab yours, and we'll find a carriage to have a grand old fucking chat."

"Perfect," you smile. "Let's try to get the fuck out of here."