Bridgette and the orc chief battled back and forth, Bridgette consistently losing a little ground to the chief with each exchange. The chief's strength and reach advantage outweighed Bridgette's own, and it was only through Alice's consistent healing output that she managed to keep Bridgette in peak performance and able to counter the chief as well as she had so far. Both combatants' weapons were coated with their enemy's blood at this point, but the wounds Bridgette had managed to inflict were minor in comparison.
Moonwhisper and Deirdre faced off against several remaining orc warriors, their own battle just as intense as Bridgette's, although they had the advantage in speed - which was proving to be sufficient. With a shriek, another orc warrior fell to the ground, his hamstring ripped to shreds by a savage curving blow from the huntress and Moonwhisper pounced, biting the hapless orc's head off with a crunch. Alice cast another spell, topping the wolf's health back to full, before focusing back on Bridgette's battle.
Alice felt a tug on her hair, gncing to the side as an evil-looking dagger whipped past her, a lock of pink hair falling free to the dirt below. She felt a line of fire across her cheek, raising her hand to see blood on it. Alice turned, looking for the source of the dagger, and took a second throwing knife to her shoulder, the bde punching deep and sinking to the hilt, driving her a step backward. A bck-cd orc, smaller than the rest, had seemingly appeared from nowhere a few yards outside of her tentacle protector's range. An array of knives and vials covered the creature's chest in a pair of crossed bandoleers, and it pulled another knife free, rapidly dipping it in a vial and flinging it at Alice. She raised a hand, trying to protect herself, and the dagger punched into her hand, the bde slicing through her palm and only stopping at the hilt.
Colin spun, seeing the assassin, and pointed a finger to strike down the orc rogue. As he opened his mouth, a strange popping noise could be heard echoing across the camp and the wizard vanished into thin air. A malicious chuckle emanated from the orc chief, a reddish glow seeming to surround him momentarily. He shouted a gravely taunt in his own nguage, something the girls couldn't understand, but clearly rude in nature.
"Colin!" Deirdre and Alice screamed, in unison. The huntress flipped over the orc she was currently fighting, cutting his throat with a spray of blood as she did, and raced to join Bridgette in her fight against the orc chief. Alice coughed, suddenly realizing that she had two knives lodged in her body, and that her health was continuing to plummet down, even though she had not been attacked again. Alice gnced at her status indicator, seeing the Poisoned status appear, as her health ticked down yet again.
Moonwhisper bounded over, pcing her bulk between Alice and assassin, shielding the healer as she struggled to pull the knife from her palm. With a cry, she jerked the twisted knife free from her flesh, falling to her knees and vomiting as the pain overtook her. Cradling her injured palm, she cast a healing spell on herself, trying to repair the damage as the skin around the wound bubbled and turned bck. Alice then reached up with her good hand, trying to grasp the knife impaled into her shoulder. Unfortunately, her hands were slick with blood and the angle was awkward, her left hand trying to pull a knife from her left shoulder, and she couldn't get a solid hold of the knife.
Instead, Alice only knocked it around further inside of her, vomiting again as the bde dug deep, nicking her colrbone. Alice sobbed in pain and frustration, tears streaming down her face and mixing with the glowing pink cum stains, the blood, and the dirt. She tried casting yet another healing spell on herself, then using lesser restoration to try to cleanse the poison. She felt a little better, but then seconds ter the poisoned status reappeared, and she saw the skin of her shoulder next to the knife start to bubble and turn bck. She was going to need to remove the knife before the spell worked properly.
"Heal!" Alice snapped her head up, suddenly dizzy with the effort, as Bridgette's panicked voice rang out. In her struggle with the assassin and the dagger, she had completely forgotten to keep an eye on her lover's health as Bridgette and Deirdre fought against the orc chief. With a gasp, Alice cast a healing spell toward Bridgette, nearly losing her concentration mid-spell as the poison ripped through her insides, causing her to vomit blood once more.
The orc chief was ughing madly, his two axes a match for Bridgette's greataxe and Deirdre's short sword. He was holding his own against the two women, having just scored a lucky hit on Bridgette's arm, but Deirdre had stepped forward to block the next blow before he could press his advantage. Once healed, Bridgette leaped around the short huntress and resumed her attack on the orc. He was starting to accumute a rge number of wounds, but still moved as if uninjured and his axes spun once more, knocking Deirdre to her feet and swinging at Bridgette, who sidestepped and swung for the fences with her own greataxe.
Moonwhisper had been chasing the assassin through the orc tried to hide, hoping to find another opportunity to perform a sneak attack on one of the girls. The wolf pounced once more, trading a stab to the leg for biting off one of the orc's arms in a crunch of bone and spsh of blood. Moonwhisper whimpered as the dagger's poison burned her fur, but she savaged the orc again, giant paws pinning the orc to the ground. The orc swung his remaining arm, poisoned dagger glistening wetly in the morning light, stabbing it into the wolf's belly. Moonwhisper ripped the orc's chest out in retaliation, entrails spilling into the dirt as the light faded from the orc's eyes. The giant wolf turned, eyes toward Alice, and tried to walk, but yelped in pain instead. Between the poisoned wounds on her leg and belly, the primal dire wolf y down on the dirt, howling in pain, unable to move any further.
With a grimace, Alice reached for the dagger in her left shoulder with both hands. Her left hand tried to hold it steady, her injured right hand grabbed it weakly, and she tugged. The dagger did not move, stuck deep into her shoulder, and the pain made her vision turn bck, the world spinning around her. Alice tried again, but once more could not move the dagger. She was going to need to grab onto it even harder, but her right hand was in so much pain, the flesh of her palm sliced open from the other knife and bck streaks etched into her flesh from the poison left from that dagger. Alice bit down on her lip, drawing blood from the pressure, and grasped the knife with her injured hand as hard as she could. With a primal scream of pain, she ripped the knife free, bck fluids spraying from the injury as she dropped the knife into the dirt at her feet, crying and vomiting.
Alice managed to cast a cleansing spell on herself, removing the worst of the poison's impacts, but her health was almost gone, and she was beginning to run low on spells this far into the fight. She cast another cleanse, this one on Moonwhisper, to purge the poison from the wolf's system. Alice then noticed that both Bridgette and Deirdre were extremely low on health, their panicked shouts for help finally registering. In her pained haze dealing with the poisoned knife, she had completely missed their screams for healing. Alice cast again, first on Deirdre and then on Bridgette, bringing the huntress back to full health and Bridgette to half. She looked down, taking stock of her situation, naked and kneeling in a puddle of bile and blood, covered in a variety of fluids. Alice pushed herself back to her feet, casting another healing spell on Bridgette as she did, and stumbled toward Moonwhisper, who still y whimpering twenty feet away.
As she reached Moonwhisper, another echoing pop sounded, and Colin reappeared in the camp, a furious expression on his face. He pointed a finger directly at the orc chief, cocking an imaginary gun and making "pew pew" sounds as ethereal missiles ripped across the space between the two, staggering the orc as they hit. The two women warriors immediately struck, capitalizing on the damage that Colin dealt by striking their own blows. Deirdre went low, diving in and slicing the orc's hamstring, crippling his movement while Bridgette's greataxe took the orc's right arm off at the elbow, the now severed appendage spinning off into the camp's giant central fire pit.
The orc chief regained his bance briefly, a red haze surrounding him as his wounds started to knit shut. Bridgette struck again, leaping upwards and spinning toward the orc, her greataxe rising and then falling in an overhead arc. With a sickening thunk, the axe struck home in the top of the orc chief's skull, cutting deeply until it ran out of momentum around his throat. For a moment, Bridgette and the orc remained motionless, connected by the axe. Then Bridgette raised one of her bare feet and kicked the orc in the chest, yanking back on her axe at the same time to pull it free.
Brain matter and blood sprayed the two women as the orc toppled backward, dead. They were victorious.
