One morning a whole string of these ugly brutes passed across our bows.

Eventually he was close enough to smell the ugly brutes, and, more importantly, to notice some of the particulars about them.

He was furious that these ugly brutes were in his ancestral home.

Few of the ugly brutes seemed to be trying to make peace, as was the way with chaotic orcs.

I never want to look the ugly brutes in the face again.

Would the lack of defense prompt the ugly brutes to return?

"If you could see the ugly brutes with the naked eye, you'd never go to bed."

And now the weasels were closing in; I could smell the ugly brutes.

Would you willingly fill your home up with the big ugly brutes?

I've seen a few of the ugly brutes about," he said offhandedly.