Lania carefully angled her body behind a tree, before taking her staff and hurling it at another. It was like a game of beanball; using various planes to angle where your ball would land. With her strength behind it, the staff bounces off a tree and lands with a crash in their fire, knocking over a stewing pot onto a previously sleeping orc, who now is screaming in pain.
Lania smirked at their dull wittedness; since no one saw how it bounced, they all went in the opposite direction than where she was.
Except Carn, who ignored the entire thing while leading the female orc into his tent.
Lania jumped swiftly into action and waited just a few moments for him to settle into the tent, before drawing her sword and slicing clean through the poles. She grinned and stepped back, watching in satisfaction as the orc yelled in rage, and fought to remove the fabric off of him.
By the time he pulled the fabric off of him and his mate, Carn was shivering with rage, his eyes red with fury. He growled as he spotted Lania, and pointed her way. "YOU-" he growled furiously, "WILL DIE."
Lania tilted her head to the side, allowing her hair to swish behind her in a coquettish manner as she raises her sword. "Not if I kill you first." |