I won ' t translate the whole thing , but generally , the narrator describes each of the disciplines with a single word Epee Tactical , Foil Precision , Saber Speed then waxes poetic a little while explaining the rules . If you read the post with the rules from uthepopeshitsinhishat that ' s more detail than the video provides . <| sep |> Dude cmon , seriously ? She ' s probably already cheated on you . <| sep |> I sehe was du dort tatest . <| sep |> No need for apologies . It ' s an easy mistake to make . Like not starting a sentence with a capital letter and finishing it with a full stop . <| sep |> Someone ' s a bit salty <| sep |> Bloody , broken , and barely conscious , the lad of no more than sixteen rolled his head back and watched in a daze as the dozen or so raiders marched out of camp and onward to glory and honor . He was disgusted . He was angry . He was bitter . Blood , sweat , and the dust from the violent cloud kicked up by the warriors found their way into the boy ' s good eye . The left had swollen shut already . He swiped a paw at his face , causing a throbbing pain to ripple through his head and down into his body . Between the debris collecting in his eyes and the pulsing black spots clouding his vision , the boy was nearly blind . He relaxed his neck and simply lay sprawled out upon the hard , warm barren ground , trying his best to make out the crimson sky above . A raspy laugh cut through the thunderous marching before rapidly decaying into a nasty cough . The boy pulled his arms back and propped himself up , wincing at the pain . A shape moved into his view , blotting out the blurry sky . Yet not even blindness could stop the boy from recognizing the creature looming over him . He had that repulsive stench about him stale water and rotten fish , yet it was the hint of tobacco and wine on his breath which was so distinctive to the boy . None of the clan were to indulge in the spoils of a raid without Chief ' s permission . And Chief only saw fit for himself to take on the burden of consuming man ' s poison . And to wear man ' s jewels , it would seem . The boy had never seen Chief without his many gold necklaces and rings . And then there was the large , heavy chains he wore around his neck . Even now , the boy could hear them rattling . Chief began to cough again , spraying the boy with his warm phlegm . It was intentional and they both knew it . The boy could practically feel Chief ' s vile , lopsided grin . Once the coughing had subsided , the boy risked wiping his face again . Chief ' s scratchy voice boomed out , though his words meant nothing to the boy . It didn ' t matter . They were for the spectators who had obviously gathered by now . The boy could feel their eyes on him now . Had their been a crowd before ? He couldn ' t recall . They were there now though . The laughter had started up . The boy felt his face heating up . Judging from the sudden burst in laughter , another apparently hilarious jape had come , courtesy of his Chiefness . Fueled by humiliation and rage , the boy fought through the pain and wiped his eye mostly clean . He winced , of course , which tickled the crowd ' s collective funny bone apparently . The boy had regained his sight just in time to see a large , muscular , brown arm reaching towards him . Chief had clutched the boy ' s neck and pulled him to his feet . The creature ' s grasp on the boy ' s neck was tight . Too tight . Breathing was difficult . Breathing was painful . Everything was painful . The boy clawed at the Chief ' s massive hand , trying to pry his fingers away . The boy ' s gasps drew more and more laughter and hollering from the crowd . The boy struggled now , kicking and flailing , trying desperately to free himself . It was futile . He knew it . The orcs were stronger than he could ever be . But he had to try something . Chief was eating this up . His grin contorted his face into something even more hideous , believe it or not . It revealed a mostly toothless mouth , complete with rotten gums and what could only be described as the remains of some poor fish lodged into the bottom row . His eyes shrunk into their deep , dark sockets . One had milked over and judging by the scars , had been sliced enough times to be worthless . The other was still good , though . And it looked pleased . Gleeful , even . Desperation mixed with humiliation fueled a blazing rage in the boy . He ceased struggling . If the orc wanted to kill him , then fine ! He had already robbed him of his only shot at glory . Had denied him his first raid , choosing instead a whelp even smaller than he was , then beat the boy when he protested . But he wouldn ' t just give Chief a quick and easy display of dominance . No more . Never again . The boy locked his good eye on the Chief ' s , hocked up a nasty loogie , and spit it with the force of one of man ' s boomsticks . The greenishyellow wad collided with the orc ' s eye and spattered a hearty helping of the boy ' s blood onto his face . Chief bellowed out in surprise and released his grip on the boy . Both hands flew to his eye . Thunderous laughter erupted from all around . The boy landed on his feet , but had to struggle not to simply collapse . The laughter quickly faded out though . As did the pungent odor of the clan and the harsh sun reflecting off the nearby stream directly into the boy ' s eyes . Everything dulled around the boy , save for the elder orc . He seemed to move in slow motion . The boy could not hear his thoughts , could not feel his pain . He only saw the orc , though his vision had taken on a reddish tint . As soon as the boy secured his footing , he bolted towards the old orc . Before Chief could react , the boy had slipped behind him and taken control of the loose ends of the chain wrapped around the orc ' s neck . With all the strength the boy could muster , he pulled . He pulled so tightly , he felt as if his arm might rip right out of the socket . Chief flailed . He bucked . He bolted . He threw his hands back as far as he could , trying to grasp the boy , but to no avail . The boy dodged each swipe and clung on as tightly as his battered body could manage . Were the orc even a few years younger , perhaps he might had moved quickly enough to throw off the boy . But he wasn ' t , so he didn ' t . Were the orc not so panicked , perhaps he might have had the foresight to simply throw himself backwards , to crush the boy . But he was , so he didn ' t . Were the orc more generous with his loot , perhaps one of his clansmen would have stepped in to save him . But he wasn ' t , so they didn ' t . Were the orc not so vain , perhaps he might not have foolishly worn a chain around his neck . But he was , so he did . And in the end , the Chief fell to his knees , gasping and clawing at his throat , much like the boy had done only moments before . And the gathered orcs watched in awe as their chief struggled to get his last breath , fail , and double over . The boy pulled the chains tighter and tighter still . His bloodlust swiftly faded and , once satisfied that the chief was dead , he tossed the ends out to either side of the body . He looked out at the stunned crowd . Were they furious ? Happy ? He couldn ' t tell . He didn ' t care . He turned his attention down to his kill , squatted , then swiped something tied to the chief ' s loin . The boy then stood back up , holding a dirty bottle up for the crowd to ogle . He brought the bottle to his lips , took a swig of whatever was inside , then promptly spat the contents onto the chief ' s corpse . It was disgusting and burned his throat . The gathered orcs erupted into cheers . A moment or two passed while the boy looked from the dead orc to the cheering ones . The weight of what he had just done had finally hit him . He had killed the chief , even defeated him in single combat . By all rights , he was the chief now . Pride swelled up in the boy . What human could say that he had slain an orc with his bare hands ? More than that , what human could claim to be chief of an orcish clan ? The boy collapsed onto his back and simply stared up at the crimson sky with fresh eyes . He was overwhelmed . He was exhausted . Another orc , one of the crowd , appeared above him . He extended his hand towards the boy . The boy smiled . He had finally won the respect and admiration of his adopted family . At least , those were the thoughts going through the boy ' s mind before the orc wrapped his giant hand around the boy ' s tiny head and crushed it like a grape . The orc turned to his brothers and threw his hands into the air , unleashing a mighty roar . Many of the gathered joined their voices to his . There would be more challengers , certainly . If not by the rest of the gathered orcs , then surely by a few of the warriors when they return from the raid . It didn ' t matter to the new chief . He wouldn ' t make the same mistakes the last two chiefs had made . He would not forget just how brutal an orc could be .