A elf

Everyone, even elves are capable of brutal acts when desperation calls for it. For the orc, this was a game. She was laughing as she squeezed the life out of the poor pale creature. It wasn‘t a fight to her. But for the elf it was life or ****.

Ket was a wild animal. A wild primitive beast, that needed weapons to be taken down, and if Lorelei didn‘t have any, the high elf simply had to make some herself.

So with tears in her eyes, the high elf raised her slim arm and spiked her bony elbow down into the orc‘s neck like a knife. The beast, shocked by the precision of the blow, let Lorelei down, her feet on the floor once more. But Ket didn‘t let go. Hunched over, she kept a firm grip around the elf‘s back.

A rage filled the high elf, her piercing blue eyes looking down on the huge monster in front of her, her once beautiful flowing blonde hair now disheveled.

She grabbed the orc by the tusks and with a ferocious scream, THRUST her knee like a spear into the green creature‘s thick stomach. Ket gagged, but only increased the pressure on the elf‘s back.

Lorelei had no other chance. She had to overpower it. So she smashed it in again and again, each blow more violent than the last, hoping for her bony pale knee to finally penetrate the orc‘s fat green body.

She couldn‘t take much more. She pulled her strong leg back as far as she could, as her back started to crack and crumble. Then she launched one final blow…