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Even in the scant time it had taken for Mn`dharrowrynn to travel back and forth between ambush site and the caravan itself, on her return it seemed that the orcs had already managed to deal with most of the human guards that had remained. The majority had been slain via arrows to the head or chest; for all that these attacking creatures were brutes, they apparently did have some sense of aim.
As the lone elf rode up, three orcs had already arrived on the bloodied scene, wielding cruelly spiked clubs which they brandished with a rather casual care. Only one of the humans by now was yet alive, and this one held by the scruff of his hair- tightly, painfully, his orc captor refusing to let go.
They had been on the verge of exacting execution when one of the group spotted the lone Silrosian elf, and snickered, loudly.
“Little elf girl all alone.” It mocked her, brazenly, its loose grasp of the Charismean tongue only further insult to what was being said.
“We have some fun with her, me think.” It finished, whilst the other two snorted with glee. Bringing the head of its club down into that of the human’s with an incredibly gut-wrenching thunk, the beast began its advance upon the maid, apparently not realising that she was not quite as weak nor pathetic as he felt that she seemed.
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