FIGHT!

"Well, might as well see how powerful I've become", Gizol said to himself. He started by casting a Wall of Flame around the encampment - none would escape. Several orcs shouted out in alarm as a curtain of fire, ten feet high, suddenly appeared. One kept its wits and spotted Gizol, pointing at the gnome wizard and shouting.

"Hmm, that one has to go first", Gizol mumbled. A black ray shot from his right hand and struck the orc, who in seconds turned into a pile of ash and dust. As other orcs were rushing towards him, raising spears and axes, he effortlessly flung a fireball at them, blowing the group apart. Several orcs rolled around screaming, trying to quench the flames - but the magical fire did not need air to keep burning.

An arrow nearly stuck Gizol. He turned and spotted the archer, and answered with a magical acid arrow. The orc clawed desperately at its huge chest, as the acid seeped further in and dissolved his guts. But Gizol didn't have time to admire his handiwork, as the remaining two dozen orcs tried to rush him from several directions. A chain lightning, jumping from one orc to another, took care of a half of them.

The surviving orcs were broken. With no avenue of escape - one had tried to jump through the wall of flame - and little chance of defeating this mysterious gnome that had suddenly appeared, they threw down their weapons and prostrated themselves.

For a moment, Gizol was ready to just burn them all, but after thinking it over, he changed his mind. He was feeling increasingly horny but he also knew that he needed information. He had no idea how long he had remained in the Abyss but it had obviously been quite a stretch. A spell turned his skin as hard as iron and he walked down to the orcs, without caring that he was still naked and with a fully erect four-inch dick.

As he reached the orcs, one slightly raised his head and spotted Gizol's condition. He barked out a command, which nearly earned him a lightning bolt to the face before the gnome realized that it wasn't a trick, as a feminine shape rose from behind the others and stepped closer.

The female orc was easily over six foot tall and muscled, her skin green, her thickly braided hair pitch-black. She was wearing a loose leather skirt that ended well before her knees and a leather vest, both brown. Her surprisingly large breasts pushed against the vest, forming a clear - and inviting - cleavage. The she-orc prostrated herself before Gizol, in a show of submission.

Well now, this changed things, Gizol mused to himself. He could still easily kill all the orcs and be done with a headache. Or he could interrogate them for information first. Or he could sacrifice one or more to his daemonic patron.