The orc dies and the elf reveals her trump card

The Orc Warchief is no fool, he is an experienced warrior that weathered decades of conflict successfully with honed combat instincts and thick armor for protection. He saw the elven woman's attack coming but his position and ego wouldn't allow him to evade his new ****'s seemingly **** attack especially with his armor to protect him.

The shimmering dagger pierced through the black metal like a knife through hot butter, penetrating through leathery skin and sinew to his heart. The orc dies instantly without even realizing what has happened.

The orc raiders stood stunned, all the jeering and shouting ceased immediately, dumbfounded at their leaders ****. The elf woman retracts her dagger now stained dark with orc blood then plunges it into the orc's body again, carving a hole into the corpse then pulling out a bleeding heart. At the sight of the dagger, the orcs are roused out of their shock, screaming and shouting foul swears. They charge at the two of you, looking to avenge their fallen leader.

The elven woman kneels, holding the bloody dagger in one hand and the still beating heart in another then begins a chant.

"Othza the bloody. A blood sacrifice has been performed, my dagger stained with the blood of an unwilling victim. I ask that you now strike down my enemies and take their souls to your gory realm."

The offerings in her hands begins to glow, blood seeps down to the ground and forms a circle around the two of you. A few orcs run away from the circle, the display of magic frightening them into retreating but the rest of the charging orcs crash into an invisible wall, axes and maces uselessly clanging against the circle of power.

Then an unearthly shriek cuts through the night. You see the elven woman decent into a bowing position, sensing something about to happen, you copy her and bow down, ears blocked and eyes down.

You see nothing of what happens but you know what happens regardless. First you feel an aura of malice and complete evil permeates the air, the same aura possessed by the undead and demonic legions that destroyed your village. Then you hear the screams and laughter, hardened warriors screaming and screeching with pain and horror while the demons simply laugh with bloodthirsty desire.

In a few minutes its all over. After the last of the screams dies out you are pulled from the silver chain linked to your collar and pulled up. You see the elven woman, still breathtakingly beautiful but now something more than just a mere slaver but a servant of the dark forces.

"Get up ****, this has been a long night and i need some stress relief."