Fight

With a angry scream you jump towards the orcs who had not expected you to fight back. The first is dead within a single swing of your sword. The second is decapitated before the first hits the ground. The other orcs are shocked and hesitate to attack you. You use this and go for the witch. With two fast steps you are close to her aim for her heart.

But she is much faster then the orcs. She only rises her fingers and a blue ball of light shoots out of her hand. It collides with your chest and throws you backwards. When you land on the ground the orcs immediately take their chances and run towards you. Three of the green skinned bastard hold you down and a fourth one takes your sword away. You hate to admit it but you are defeated. At last you will die fighting. But to your surprise none of the orcs is going to kill you.

“Not bad for a human,” the female orc mumbles and looks at her dead henchmen, “he can fight. And he leaded his men bravely. They killed more of my kind than I thought. Didn't you said he would be a fat, coward pig with the fighting skills of a dead cat? This men is a brave warrior. He isn't even a little bit chubby. Quite handsome for a human.”

“He is male,” Keylara replies as if that would explain everything, “how could you truly believe he could be brave or a warrior, Zarraz? But to be fair I expected something else too. Who are you, boy?”

“I am Pike Perell,” you growl, “second son of the count of the valley of the six storms. And I'm going to kill you, witch!”

“What a naughty tongue,” Keylara says unimpressed, “I should cut it out to show you your place, worm. You are in the dirt where you belong to. You are the younger son then. I expected your brother to be the ruler here. But I guess he is in the capital with the other fucking nobles. Tell me, is he the coward, sexist pig I heard about?”

“Sounds like him,” you admit without thinking, “but if you expect me to beg for my life now or to betray him, you're wrapped up wrong.”

“Oh, silly male,” Keylara says with a sadistic smile, “I am not going to kill you. Where would be the fun? No, I have better use for you. But not here. Zarraz, be a dear and let your soldiers take all people in the throne room. Henchmen, take our special guest there too! And take off his armor. Male lives are not worth to be protected by such expensive armors.”