Shadul was knocked to the ground by the beastly figure, the breath knocked out of her. He aimed for her gut with his weapon, although he missed the plunge and sent it into the meat of her thigh. "Fuck!" She snarled, swinging her axe up. The orc was taken to the ground, right leg severed and left leg torn open in a huge gash.
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Myrin heard Shadul’s curse and raced over to help her new friend. She slid on the ground next to the orcish woman. “Are you okay?” she gasped.
"Fucking yeah.. I'll be okay." Shadul tried to stand- or at least sit up- but pain shot through her. "Gods- Okay, uh- fuck, give me a second."
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Caspian had knocked down a few orcs, but it was proving difficult to kill too many from her position on the edge of the battle. She silently cursed her past self for never learning how to fight, and instead studying medicine and religion.
Still, she only continued to use her magic against the orcs. Caspian knew that if she got too close, the orcs would crush her like a twig.
Shadul fought to sit up, still doing what she could to thin out the approaching orcs. Her mind was clouded with a weird concoction of fear, pain, adrenaline, and anger. Her axe would need a good sharpening and cleaning after this. Shadul tried again to stand, this time actually making it. She leaned heavily on her non-injured leg.
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Divine noticed the wounded woman and ambled over, hitting an orc to the ground with their large tail. With a huff, they curled the tail around her waist and set her on their back, shifting two horns behind her and in front of her to keep her in place.
"The hell..?" Shadul groaned, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
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An animalistic grumble was growled out of the monster's mouth, it took few tries, until:"I'd rather not let my new guildmate die in our first battle."
"Who is this? I'm really not interested in playing any goddamn games righ' now. Too fuckin' injured." Shadul grunted, gripping onto Diving the best she should. The spear still stood in her leg. 'I cannot wait for this fucking raid to be over." She snarled, voice dripping with disdain.
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"Divine, I didn't introduce myself." They laughed, swiping at an orc with a growl. "I'm the supposedly human who sat at your table."
"…Supposedly human, huh? Yeah, I remember you. What are you really, then?" Shadul talked as much as she could, trying to ease her mind off of the pain.
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"A shifter." They were leaving something out, quite obviously. They crushed another orc and stepped on his toes.
"Shifter. Alright." Shadul nodded, nauseous with pain at this point.
Seeing everyone walk back into the melee, Yama gawped for a second before resigning himself to the battle and making sure no one died in the process.
"Alright, bud! You ready?"
Ferrenom's teeth clashed together in anticipation, small sparks falling to the ground. Yama picked up the chain and heaved the creature into a nearby cluster of orcs, knocking them down. Each wide swing utterly decimated anyone caught by Ferrenom's body, and Yama took pleasure in wrapping several orcs together and tossing them into the left flank trying to sneak into the town.
Myrin grabbed Shadul’s arm and tried to support her weight, knees shaking from the effort. Distracted, she didn’t realize a weapon was crashing toward her, clipping her shoulder. Pain flared brightly in her arm and she let out a grunt. Ouch!
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Caspian was trying her hardest, but she knew it wasn't enough.
She closed her eyes, slowing her breaths as she tried to calm herself down. "Please Great Mother, help me. I need this to work."
The water she was controlling rose into the air, swirling into a small cloud that drifted above the heads of two orcs. She let it hover there for a bit before slamming her fist to the ground, causing shards of ice to shoot out from the cloud like bullets. The two orcs fell to the ground, dozens of ice shards now sticking out of their bodies.
"All of that for two orcs?! Wuss!" Yama cried. "Let me show you how it's done!"
Lifting his right foot into the air, the Half-Dragon stomped the ground and a shockwave tore up dirt as though a new hill was being created from sheer power alone. From that uneven earthen ramp, soil condensed into forearm-length spikes that shredded the orcs' leather armor and bronze plating, and the group of fifteen that tried to charge him suddenly looked like green pincushions.
(Flexing because he's kind of a dick)
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Caspian watched in awe as the dragon-man knocked out fifteen orcs simultaneously. His words made her flinch a bit. Still, she politely clapped for him.
"That was really cool!" Caspian shouted over the noise of the battle. "Can you teach me how to do that?"
She didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she focused on her small ice cloud and knocked down three more orcs.
"Uh…"
Yama's magic was hereditary, but another group of orcs decided to hurl themselves bodily at him, saving him from having to make some excuse or false promise. Lifting Ferrenom, he scratched a spot on its underbelly, causing its mouth to open. Yama planted Ferrenom into the ground, its teeth locking onto a boulder that was buried a few inches underground. Pulling with all of his might, the Half-Dragon tore the boulder from the ground and swung it over his head, crushing the orcs into pink mush. They weren't very smart, given the many ways that their comrades met an untimely end, but they were certainly determined. What on earth was in this town that would incite such a suicidal raid?
Shadul staggered upwards, finally getting her grounding and easing off of Myrin's arm. "Hey- You okay? Let me see." Shadul knocked the orc onto his back with the flat of her large axe, inspecting Myrin's arm.
“Ow… This is why I usually run away, y’know..” Myrin groaned, rolling over on her side. “That orc better not have ripped my favorite cloak or I just might lose it.” She wiggled her fingers tentatively and winced. “I can still move my fingers, but ouch.”
“Let’s get away from the action. I have some first aid supplies at home if you want them, Myrin.” Shadul was crouched next to her, and took a moment to snap off the bulk of the spear impaled into her leg.
“No, no. I might as well keep going.” Myrin struggled to her feet, unsheathing her dagger and looking back at Shadul’s wound. “You’re the one who needs a healer if anything. Do you want me to bring you to the edge of town. I think I could make it in a few jumps.” Her silhouette became fuzzy, trailing off in thin clouds of smoke.
Shadul shook her head. "If these bastards still have fight left in them, I do too."
Myrin grinned. “I like your attitude.” She turned to face the battalion of orcs still on the battlefield and readied her weapon. “Let’s do this.”
Shadul knocked the head of her axe on the ground, letting coagulated blood drop off. She slung it to rest on her shoulder, readying herself for the next orc. "Let's."
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Divine was working on a group of orcs, having piled up a few bodies and was working on adding to the pile. "Jeez, how many of these dicks are there?" They muttered, tearing through one's neck.
There were only a handful of orcs left- probably 10, give or take. They still fought rabidly, almost as if they couldn't see their own numbers shrinking and falling before them.
Yama gave another resigned sigh. Even if there was something wrong that the orcs weren't telling them, there'd be no way to try and communicate now. Even worse still, they would simply try again if the orcs were simply shooed away. He took no joy in it but killing them seemed to be the most sensible option at this point. Bringing his right foot up once more, he gave another stomp, this time sending spires of rock straight into the remaining orcs from below.
Man, this sucks! Yama thought. It was cool to be the hero for all of five seconds, but now they're all dead, some of us are injured, and we didn't even make an effort to even talk with them!
He continued down this path of morose reflection, far removed from his initial excitement and terror when the battle started. When the dust cleared, Yama got down on his knees to pat Ferrenom on its shiny head (body? He hadn't a clue) before using his magic to send it back to his forge for some well-deserved rest.
Walking back to the group, now converging after they noticed there weren't any orcs left alive, he simply folded his arms and asked "Now what?"
Shadul gestured to her leg and Myrin's arm.
"What do you think? We have injuries, Yama. Some of us need to heal. It seems like only a handful of us are actually from here, so we need to go to somebody's home, it seems like. The Fat King can't help us there 'less we're just lookin' to numb the pain." Shadul laughed, but it was clear that she was in pain as her injuries dripped blood and bruised. "I have some stuff at my house.Don't know if any of you'd like the healing methods, but they work like a charm."