Violently

You tighten your grip on your large two hander. You'd never negotiate with those animals! Look what they've done to the town! They have these people living in terror. There's no way you'd let them live! You'd make them pay for their transgressions against these holy and good people... All apart from Matteau and the guard captain Kesten. They deserved whatever. Letting out a huff, you set off east, your holy purpose solid in your mind.

You set off east along the dirt road. Eventually, the track petered out into open, unclaimed grassland. This would be a problem... If there weren't signs of orc activity everywhere. You saw a burnt out home to your left. A dead horse laid nearby. A medium sized black shape laid in the grass. You didn't look long enough to discern what it was. You didn't want to know. Though deep down you knew what it truly was. Further onward into the grassland, you could spot large, heavy footprints in the grass, moving north. And this is the direction you followed. The path of destruction was obvious. There were burnt out areas of the grass, seemingly lit on fire for no reason other than for the orc's own amusement. Your heart burned with blazing hot fury. You'd make them pay for this. With their blood.

You stomped forward, clutching on tight to your sword. Eventually a crude settlement slowly came into view. It was a collection of tents. Nothing more. There were no walls, and their settlement sprawled out in a disorganised mass of furs, hides and crude cloth. The... "entrance", was nothing more than two large poles with a human skull on each. A few orcs were sat on the grass, but you weren't sure what they were doing.

Quickly ducking behind a bush, you had to quickly decide how you were going to approach this. Your anger prompted to do a full frontal **** on their camp, but a small, clever voice in your head said that might not be a good idea. Perhaps you could set an ambush... Orcs are quite predictable creatures. You could either attack it front on, in a blaze of holy glory, or lie in wait for them to go out tonight. If the chief was killed, you reason, the band would scatter and kill each other to decide who would next be chieftain.