Arthur Hamzus looks back on the experiences, the good and the bad, that he’d gained from the orc invasion. Knowing that he’d finally gotten a taste of combat and strutted close with death in a deadly dance multiple times proving himself worthy of combat, felt satisfactory to say the least. All the new knowledge he’d gained would surely help him in years to come. Arthur stands up grimacing at the healing hip wound which was bound to leave a scar as well as the many other injuries he’d sustained. He raises his trusty pole-arm and with a throaty roar he shouts “Heil Heusmann”