Centaur Joe stormed out of his pavilion, the war horn still thundering in his ears. The call to arms had blared out through the tents of the army, before being cut short brutally, leaving an ominous silence that was abruptly shattered by the din of fighting. Centaur Joe's eyes flicked around and landed on the massive flail that rested on a table. Galloping past it on his way to the battle he reached a hand and pulled it off the table, the spikes leaving gouges in the wood. More centaurs were pouring out of their tents, having been woken by the ugly noise of the conflict. Centaur Joe emerged from the group of tents and saw that the camp had been attacked by the Bognilim. The small goblin-like creatures had climbed over the walls and managed to slit the throats of the sentries. Luckily, one of the centaurs on duty had heard one of his fellows give a whinny before his windpipe was slashed open. The centaurs were now all rushing to the clearing that had been trampled in the midst of the camp, and where a full-fledged battle was being waged.
"The gates! They're opening the gates!" Rumbled a centaur.
Centaur Joe could see no-one would arrive in time to stop the Bognilim opening the gates, they had targeted those as soon as they had gotten over the walls. Centaur Joe gave a bellow and raced towards the enemy at the gates, intent on holding back the horrors that would be unleashed in the camp. He hewed down a few of the creatures that dared interpose themselves between him and his quarry, but they did gain time for their fellows at the gate. Centaur Joe arrived at the gates when the first Ogre pushed its ugly face through the battered wooden doors. Centaur Joe heedlessly rushed in, his hooves trampling the Bognilim who didn't fall to his flail. The ogre saw it's first target and licked it's lips, exposing a fat slimy tongue. The smaller monsters moved back, content to let the ogre remove this antagonist for them. Centaur Joe stomped his hoof and glared at his bigger foe.
"You sack of wine!" He bellowed and charged. The ogre then simply sat on the proud centaur. It was a sad death for the noble fighter. The ogre raised itself and looked at the smear that was all that remained of the fierce creature. It scooped up Centaur Joe's crushed body and prepared to eat it.
"Stop Beast! I Invoke the power of Bawlsak, God Of Centaurs!"
The Ogre turned to see what was yelling at it, and saw the shaman of the centaurs. A withered Horseman, he was gifted in the magic of his race. The ogre shambled over to him, but before the big monster could do more than grunt, his piggy eyes suddenly flashed a crimson red, and the centaur he held in his hand dissolved. The Centaur Shaman averted his eyes, and suddenly, the light stopped. The ogre looked confused. It raised its hands and opened its mouth.
"What is this witchcraft…" it said.
"Centaur Joe!" Cried the shaman. "I have put your spirit into this ogre's body. Go save our army."
"very well. Thank you oh shaman!" The ogre cried with Joe's voice.
Ogre Joe rumbled off, he picked up a fallen tree and used it as a club, laying to left and right, each sweep sending Bognilim flying. After a while, the centaurs won the battle and had a party. It was great. Centaur Joe found a dead centaur that was in good condition and had the shaman place his spirit in it. Centaur Joe stood up, and gave the biggest burp in centaur history. Thus ended the much sung "Battle of the Centaur that got put in an Ogre's body and saved the day".