An unexpected but welcome surprise

The orc **** Krakoa eas squeezing harder evident by the bulging muscles on his arms growing bigger. You don't know why he has such a vendetta against her for being with you but its going to end. Now.

You move as fast as you can and with a powerful kick you try to slam you leg into his knee and disable him. The hit slides off him like water. He momentarily releases his grip on her with one hand to backhand you, the strike sending you reeling across the hallway. Krakoa gets a big enough breath to get some energy to resist but the hulking brute refocuses his effort putting an end to that.

There's not much you can do, he's massive and is determined to kill her, she's yours gods damnit and no one is taking her away. Yours? Of course she's yours, with the power you have you could have anyone bow before you, and thats exactly what you're gonna do. Kill him, but how to do so?

You feel it, the power, a cold burn in your chest it makes the classroom feel like the desert but it's the most comforting thing you've ever felt. It has to be the mana everyone talks about in you, there's no end it feels... amazing, and you want more. Looking at the orc trying to confiscate your property gives you an idea, necromancers give new life and they can also take it.

Launching yourself up you rush over to the orc and grab his arm, your arm looking like a stick compared to his. With all of your might you slam your hand into his throat and grasp it trying to **** him, the move shocks him but he quickly recovers trying to push you off. But before you can you feel it, the life essence, it's the equalivant to a soul as some preists tell it but it's all the same to a controller of the dead. You don't know how you can feel it or how you know what it is, but it doesn't matter. Out of anger and instinct you pull it and it moves but in a strange way.

The orc sputters a cough and pushes with one of his newly free hands to push you back, it doing much less than before. You don't see it either until you take a new breath, it feels strong and full, it's not hard to push against him and strangle him. It then makes sense, the orc releases his grip finally on Krakoa and she coughs violently to breath and now he focuses on me, too late on his part. He tries to pull your hand off his throat but me and him see his muscles are shrinking and disappearing across his body, and you're feeling stronger with muscle adding across your body. You're draining the life out of him and he can't do a thing about it, he watches and struggles in vain as you asorb his energy and power into you.

You watch as the light fron his eyes fade just like everything else on him does, but you're interrupted when Krakoa reaches up and grips your arm, you release the dying husk and you help her up and pull her close with your newfound strength. She's breathing heavily but despite that moans slightly in your ear and whispers "Kill him, no honor for even the air he breathes." How can you argue with that? You pick him back up and you straggle him, how the tables have turned, and you squeeze until you see that little stubborn spark in his eyes finally snuff out.

His lifeless, gaunt body hits the ground with a light thud, Krakoa spits on him and leans into you and speaks softly "He won't be missed, old and hated. Come, let us hide for today." Hiding doesn't seem like her thing to do but it doesn't matter, you pull her face close and whisper "You're mine to have, no one elses." She shudders at the slightly, maybe she's more submissive than originally thought.

You pull her along, you know the perfect place to break in your new body.