I was much stronger and faster than the Orcs, and I had a good memory. It was enough for me only once to perform the reception correctly, and with a probability of 80 percent, I could repeat it with accuracy. It was also relatively short to fix the result. So after six months, the best tribe fighters had nothing to teach me. The situation was spoiled by the fact that the orcs themselves were not skillful fighters, and what's more, this nation had a very indirect relation to fencing. Approximately the same as the African ogre tribe to nuclear physics. That is, perhaps, in their cauldron once got the owner of the necessary knowledge. Well, yes. All their martial art was reduced to a simple tactic of "crushing by number", and a set of several dozens of dirty techniques, designed more for an ax and a club than a sword or a sword. What can you do - the costs of a way of life.
Naturally, due to objective reasons for the Ravshay tribe, this tactic was ineffective, and therefore the general level of the Ravshay warriors was higher than that of the rest of the Teriamara inhabitants. Only alas, it did not change the fact that without taking into account the power and speed I was a rather average fighter, a very average one, in any case, by my feelings.
And it was impossible to change this situation for the better, living among orcs.
Fortunately, this unfortunate fact did not prevent me from continuing to train and try to improvise. In the end, I need experience - to remember the techniques and tricks and be able to use them in battle - a big difference. And we had a fight with Ravsheys. Orcs do not hold back much during training fights and realizing that it is very difficult to get me, as well as to injure me with blunted training weapons, rushed with all their strength and fury. Well, with my hand on my heart, I took some of these lessons, but for normal development, I needed a teacher and sparring partner, who knows a little more than the principle of "a club on the coupon and no problem". But where can I get it?
Days evolved in weeks, weeks flowed smoothly into months. The year of my stay at Ravshayev's was somehow imperceptible. This time was very eventful - in Teriamara, the territories leftover from Karoslinov were finally divided - after the loss of the top, these orcs managed to reduce the number of their own fighters in the process of a truly democratic election. As a result, there were a few gangs left from the rather numerous tribe, who went where: those who went to catch luck on the big road, those who tried to get nailed to other tribes. Some of them even came to Ravshay... But they behaved with a lot of impudence, wanted to become a "guard" of the leader, and the thought to organize in the near future a "re-election of the leader" was read on their faces without any telepathy. Gar did not like it, Rungu - too, and I, as on purpose, did not go hunting for a long time ... In general, since then, no one has seen this group. What can I do - in the orchestral cities and not so happens.
But the goblins from the ruined tribe were welcomed quite hospitable and there were those goblins quite decent. As it later turned out, some reputation of Ravshayev played a role here. Taking into account the fact that these orcs did not have a full-fledged "vassal" tribe, they themselves had nothing but goblins-services, and it was not possible to blame a lot of work on the skinny shoulders. But it was necessary to do the work, so the work was done by the sheep skinned youth together with the females and "old men" (relatively, the orcs remained orcs and the concept of "social guarantees" was for them some very sophisticated curse) on an equal footing with the few goblins. Well, the attitude to small passers-by was much better and softer - well, those who are reasonable in black do not work with those with whom you have been working in one cave shoulder to shoulder for years.
This fact caused contempt on the part of other tribes for the losers, however, by a "strange" coincidence, the freed goblins decided to go to Ravshay almost in full composition.
Oh, how much grief some neighbors had. How so, the "losers" suddenly got servants, and even so many that one orc is almost half a dozen, while they, "big and strong" goblins are not enough. All this, seasoned with a lot of idiomatic designs, told Garu "ambassadors". The speech ended with a demand to know one's place and to give away the goblins.