TW: Torture
The Orcish Prince, however, had now learned better from the elves. While orcs had never been big on torture and usually honored their battles by fighting directly and ending things cleanly, there were times when a different approach was necessary.
"You will never—"
Before she could finish her goading, the prince suddenly moved.
A short spear pierced her shoulder.
It went clean through, and yet he left it lodged there.
Her eyes bulged in shock before her voice finally caught up.
"ARGGHHHHHH!"
"You! How da—"
Her second scream tore out when another short spear embedded itself into her right leg. The prince left that one on her, too. Blood splattered across the ground as she clutched at the weapons, trembling violently.
When she looked at the prince's face, stoic yet murderous, she felt her stomach twist. Words would not save her. Not now.
Panic jolted through her, and she attempted to shift into another form.
Nothing happened.
"!!!"
