Raise your weapon to Olric

“I won’t be your property orc. You better kill me cause I won’t stop till I’ve killed you.”

“Foolish. And you elf?”

“You couldn’t handle me.” Syvella stands at your side dagger raised.

“Then I shall be the first to break you both in the stables. I’ll fuck the will to fight right out of your little bodies.” Olric dons his helmet once more and unholsters a massive warhammer. You quickly scan the room and see the Queen now stands watching in amusement.

Returning your attention to the orc, he charges the two of you with shocking speed. His warhammer low he brings a strike upwards directly at you! Syvella deftly dodges out of the way and you can only think to raise your shield.

CRAAACK!

The massive impact sends you flying backwards into the rear wall of the tent. The wall bounces you back onto the ground in front of it. Your arms shake from the **** of the impact but you pick yourself up.

Thank the gods for my… my shield!

You hold the remnants of a cracked shield. With a singular blow Olric managed to shatter your wooden shield to pieces that now lay scattered across the tent. You have no time to mourn though, Syvella lunges at the orcs side with her dagger. Despite not even facing her direction the orc grab her weapon arm mid flight and picks her off her feet. Syvella struggles mid air and shrieks as she is thrown at you. You manage to catch her but drop your mace in the process. Looking up at the orc you realize just how helpless you are before him.

Such raw power… is this it for me? Is this the best I could do? I don’t wanna be an orc breeding ****!

You fight back tears that threaten to manifest in your eyes.