"I watched, not manting to leave Valten's side as the Everchosen flung out his arm, his weight behind it, and Huss sailed through the air to land with a crunch. Something massive and green barreled past me at waist height. It was the black orc warlord, and his head connected with Archaon's before the Lord of the End Times could regain his footing. The Orc hefted his greataxe, swinging it in a wide arc that sheared Archaon's shield in half and sent him sprawling backwards. All around me, the orc's veteran guard were falling upon the Swords of Chaos, Archaon's Chosen knights. I could hardly believe that our salvation had come from the most unexpected of quarters, but there was no time to waste. I began to drag Valten away from the maddened beast.
	As I watched, Archaon's daemon sword flicked out again, but the blow was blocked by the haft of the orc's axe. The savage stomped down on Archaon's sword arm, knocking that infernal, burning blade from his grasp, and brought the flat of his axe down hard onto Archaon's helmet with a resounding clang before planting the tip of the blade on his throat. The orc shouted something at the sky, some kind of guttural victory chant, and he and his warriors turned south and left the battle."

- Phil Kelly and Anthony Reynolds, Darkness Rising: A complete history of the Storm of Chaos, pg 78