Go for the throat

I’m gonna kill all ye bastards fer what yer doin’ to girls here.

You clutch the knife firmly in your hand as you charge the orc. With his back turned, he has little time to react. You drive the knife through the back of his neck as you see it poke through his throat on the other side. You stumble back from the attack, leaving the blade in his neck. Blood begins to pour out of both sides of the wound as he drops Petra and falls to his knees. Through the curdling of blood, he manages to speak one last word.

“De-cie-ver.” He slumps over dead, and you approach before pulling the knife back out.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

Adrenaline courses through your veins as you feel powerful. Blood lust consumes your mind as you begin to see red.

This power… it feels… gooood.

Petra lies weakly on the ground, possibly ****. She looks unwell you should help her. But then again… the orcs can’t hurt her if there a no orcs left right?