Under the curtain of darkness, the Waghgoff Council and many Boyz meets, their voices in hushed tones, a worry spread among them...
"...What if we lose..."
"How can we stand against them..."
"...it's hopeless.."
A sudden rush of wind blows through as a stalwart Uruk walks inward, his gaze fixated upon the Council.
"You pups whimper like whelps fresh off the teet..." Malgunuz would step forward, grabbing a goblin page, and lobbing him across the war-tent towards a Boy, his tusks bearing sharp. "By now, you've all heard the Pinkiez' Rex has declared Wagh upon our domain... This is, unfortunate timing. The Ram conflict boiling, we must divert our attention from this war-torn Jungle towards the more prominent threat." Malgunuz would point outward, his rage bellowing forth, "The Pinkiez are dull if they think we'll stand idle while they march to us..." Malgunuz would look to Grool'Gorkil, then to the other Wargoths and Kheshiggs, nodding. "Rally our boyz, these Pinkiez need to be taught a lesson."
The Boyz would suddenly burst into an uproar, the stagnant conflict with the Rams splitting their forces up, however the blood-boil that rushed through their veins at the thought of Pinkie invaders rallied the hearts of many an Uruk, a stampede of hooves would spread across Asul...."
The Second Great Wagh had begun.