He tries to impress, and the results are not pretty...

It is obvious to Alfred that he needs to cast something to prove his worth, and begins channeling, attempting a freeform spell. He feels the energy flow through him, and as he pours more energy into himself he starts to feel, well, good. It was the side effect of casting magic, the more you used the more it made you feel able to do anything, which increased the likelihood of mistakes happening as the mage became overconfident. He starts weaving the magic into a spell, the energy is so intense it becomes visible as a glowing light between his hands which the Orc Rohkella stares at raptly. It all seems to be coming together, and soon he would unleash it to turn the cave into a beautiful garden...

The explosion sends him flying while Rohkella manages to stay on her feet though the blast singes her armour somewhat. An Orc comes charging in and, seeing the situation, raises his axe and then brings down on Alfred while howling with rage. There is a loud clang as his axe is parried by Rohkella, who roars something in Orcish at him before hauling the male Orc out the cave. Alfred is still dazed by the explosion when Rohkella returns, she grasps him and hauls him up and against the wall. "Idiot!" she screams at him, her face mere inches from his, rows of fangs visible as she snarls at him. She pulls him over to the middle of the room and then forces him down onto his knees. Alfred fears for his life as she binds his wrists together with rough rope and then pulls a large, serrated knife from its sheath at her side and holds it against his throat. "Foolish mageling, do anything again and I hurts you bad!" she roars down at him, before then taking the knife and using it to rip his robes apart, and then the rest of his clothes so that he now cowered naked with his hands bound before her, staring at him contemptuously.

What a stupid prat of a mage! Rohkella thought. Clearly he was an apprentice, he did not know how to cast anything without blowing himself, and her, up. She should have bound him earlier, rather than letting him in unrestrained like that. Looking at the pale thing cowering before her, Rohkella didn't now know what to do. So puny, so weak, she could have her way with him and break him at the same time. The Blood Rage flowed through her veins, but she sought to control it, and the thought of having her way with him so totally started to turn her rage to sexual excitement. Well, at least that is true, she thought as she suddenly noticed the Human's manhood dangling between his legs. Even flaccid, it rivaled most male Orcs fully erect cocks, and she heard that they grew a lot when hard.

Rohkella's Blood Rage rapidly started to cool as she got more wet just thinking about it. She wanted to see how big it got, but that sounded too much like rewarding the boy for his foolishness. Maybe she should instead see to herself first? Then again, she would be getting his cock erect for her own pleasure, not his, as long as she makes it clear to him that this was the case...