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Conjuring up her power, she loosed a wave of energy toward a pair of approaching green skins, which sent them flying back across the uneven terrain and towards a nearby tree. One glanced off, and was sent spinning deeper into the forest. The other crunched against the bark and left an indent of splintered wood, embedding his body in the ancient forest growth. By the time cum the capable priestess had dispatched two on one side of her mount, three had grown nearer on the other side. She could hear three more were bounding up from behind her. “Damn,” the overwhelmed and outnumbered shadowslinger swore under her breath. This wasn’t looking good. Even at her most readied, Zahrine couldn’t do a thing to combat the numbers game that was beset upon her. Blasting away another assaulting orc would yield two more charging from the dense fog. She felt a pair of leathery, clawed hands squeeze onto one of her greaves, and then she was unseated from her mount. Justice reared back onto his hind legs, kicked out with his front, and brayed shrilly. With a clatter of armor plates onto the ground, Zahrine was smashed into the soil at the feet of her foes. “Stay still, little sorceress,” belched the fanged grunt that had forceably removed her from the saddle in a thick smattering of low common speech. At least the beast had the decency to order her around in a language Zahrine would understand. “W– what do you want, monster?” Zahrine snarled as a hefty foot was set into the small of her back, pinning her. “Do you know where are?” her captor replied in his broken dialect. Zahrine said nothing. All around her, she could hear the rustling of armor, the idle grunting of other members from the ambush party, and the gentle growling from the overgrown wolves that the orcish equivalent of a cavalry would ride into battle astride. humping “You trespass on our land – on orc land, you do, meat.” A flash of anger cast across the disheveled visage of the decorated guild raidmaster. “I was just passing through,” Zahrine replied with the practice poise and confidence that brought her up through the ranks of her raiding guild in the first place. “No good – no good, eh, brothers?” spoke the orc, first to her, then querying the cavalcade of adversaries that had dispatched her in record time. A clamor of approving grunts shot through the party around her. A couple of hollers rang out into big the otherwise still, quiet forest. “Must make her pay toll!” “We take pay from human meat girl!” In service to the demands of the couple dozen orcs in the party encircling her, the foot on her back was removed and Zahrine was snatched off of the ground by the back of her neck. She had an opportunity to fight back, here. With her hands free as she dangled from the muscled grasp of the orc, she called up a burst of void energy and prepared to accelerate it outwards. If she could clear the field sperm for a moment – or, at least, temporarily render them unable to give chase, she might be able to mount Justice and tear off down the trail. All the magic in the world was of little use when the knotted wooden war club of an orc crashes into the side of one’s only skull. tits Zahrine’s vision faded out completely for a moment before blurring back into clarity a full second or two later. When it did, she was rubbing noses with the slack-jawed mug of an orc boasting lower fangs that extended up over his bottom lip and halfway up the bridge of his nose on either side of his wide, squat face. She could feel his hot, acrid breath beating down onto her as he growled. When the orc’s guttural evocations bellowed, a spray of spittle escaped his throat and misted her face. “No good, meat!” chortled the orc lifting her, punctuating her humiliating stun with a belly laugh. His derisive laugh was bolstered with a crescendoing chorus from the other orcs around her. Zahrine knew, then, that this particular brute was the chief among the band of ambushers. Being the tactical mastermind that she was after having been swiftly overrun by these pea-brained thugs, she also knew that she was his prisoner now. “You pay toll!” grunted the commanding orc before beginning to pull away parts of her decorated, ornate armor plating. 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