Push Petra through the hole

Fuck!

You drop the knife and pick Petra up in both arms before pushing her through the hole. A small voice is heard from the other side.

“Iyda! What about you?”

“Run if ye can! Fraid’ I won’t be able to join ye…”

Petra seems to hesitate but you hear her quickly scramble away on her hands and knees. You turn around and lunge for your blade but are instead greeted by a boot to the face. You fly back from the force and make impact with the rough ground. You taste blood.

Now on the ground, you roll off your back and get up to make a dash but a large hand grabs your ankle and pulls. You feel yourself slipping and you chest hits the ground hard robbing the air from your lungs.

Replacing the hand on your ankle is a set of hands on your hips that turn you over and lift you off the ground. You are face to face with one of the orcs which has a notably ugly face. He looks you up and down salaciously before you hear an exchange between him and the other two orcs.

“Gadar heflem deseccen Turrig helmdek. Yargall imda udar iflem gardar?” The ugly faced one says.

“Debst em babenal” replies another orc with swirling red tattoos.

“Barkal, urg eg em povsturgrag.” says an orc with a well-kept beard.