Karl and the Golems began to run for the inner wall, slashing at anything that came close enough to reach, but deliberately not killing targets that were already engaged, only tipping the balance in favour of the Orcs.
There was a defensive line on the inner wall, using [Boulder Toss] to knock the Orcs away from the vulnerable members of the village. But that was where Karl needed to be. He didn't care at all about the elderly and children of the Giant village, he was there for the slaves that he could smell, and that he had seen locked in cages along this side of the wall.
The Giants seemed to know that as well, and they didn't really care about the slaves. They were just free labour until they were food, but they could always get more, and they had crops stockpiled.
As long as they didn't lose the village entirely, they wouldn't miss the slaves.
If the Orcs were willing to waste warriors to steal them, the Giants would only put up a token fight.
So, when Karl swung at the wall, breaking logs and opening the back of the cage that held the prisoners, none of the Giants tried to stop him, or even kill the escaping slaves.
They would only slow down the Orcish attack, and keep powerful warriors distracted during the fight. If the Orcs wanted them, they should have taken them at the end of the battle, if they could actually win it.
Karl got his first good look at the battered and downtrodden people inside the cage.
They came from at least four different species, none of which were human. There were some weak Orcs, looking deliberately starved. There were Elves, a blue skinned species with hoofed feet and horns on their heads, and some sort of plant people, whose skin had vines growing up it.
Those ones were nearly stationary, only glancing around a little.
Karl realized that they had put down roots to gain nutrition from the soil, and the late night attack had come during their sleeping hours. It would take them a bit before they could move again, but the others were moving away from Karl, worried that the blood covered warrior might not care about their species or their status.
With the smooth metal helmet covering his face, the slaves had no idea what species Karl was, only that he was built like a male and too slender to be an Orc. His skills increased his size proportionally, and Orcish men were much more muscular than humans were.
Karl flipped his visor up so they could see that he was a human, and gestured to the hole in the wall.
"If you will kindly follow me out of the city limits, we require this space for the ongoing battle. Once you are outside, you are free to go." He explained.
One of the Orcish women, nearly starved with her ribs showing clearly through her skin, laughed at his explanation.
"You heard him, time for us to move. We can't be underfoot when the masters need this space to be slaughtered in." She declared.
The other slaves gave weak cheers and jokes as they picked themselves up and helped the ones who were rooted to the ground become mobile again.
That was when the Giants inside the wall decided to take action to prevent Karl from stealing their slaves.
The door of the cage was opened, and three teenaged Giants ran inside with clubs, swatting people aside to get to Karl.
Most of them managed to dodge, but of the horned blue people had his head crushed.
"Pathetic." The boy snarled as he advanced on Karl.
That word seemed to trigger something in Cara, and suddenly, she was outside, attacking the boy's face while Rae called her Golems to deal with the others, so Karl could hold the opening in the wall to secure their exit.
[You like that? Huh? I'll show you pathetic.] The enraged Void Badger was shouting.
Karl looked back and saw that she had the Giant's shirt in one front paw, while the other fed [Disintegration] coated punches into his rapidly evaporating face.
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