Even at her most readied, Zahrine couldn’t do a thing to combat the numbers game that was beset upon her. Blasting away another assaulting orc would yield two more charging from the dense fog. She felt a pair of leathery, clawed hands squeeze onto one of her greaves, and then she was unseated from her mount. Justice reared back onto his hind legs, kicked out with his front, and brayed shrilly. With a clatter amature of armor plates onto the ground, Zahrine was smashed into the soil at the feet of her foes. “Stay still, little sorceress,” belched the fanged grunt that had forceably removed her from the saddle in a thick smattering of low common speech. At least the beast had the decency to order her around in a language Zahrine would understand. “W– what do you want, monster?” Zahrine snarled as a hefty foot was set into the small of her back, pinning her. “Do you know where are?” her captor replied in his broken dialect. Zahrine said nothing. All around her, she could hear the rustling of armor, the idle grunting of other members from the ambush party, and the gentle growling from the overgrown wolves that the orcish equivalent of a cavalry would ride into battle astride. “You trespass on our land – on orc land, you do, meat.” A flash of anger cast across the disheveled visage of the decorated guild raidmaster. “I was just passing through,” Zahrine replied with the practice poise and confidence that brought her up through the ranks of her raiding guild in the first place. “No good – no good, eh, brothers?” spoke the orc, first to her, then querying the cavalcade of adversaries that had dispatched her in record time. A clamor of approving grunts shot through the party around her. A couple of hollers rang out into the otherwise still, quiet forest. “Must make her pay toll!” “We take pay from human meat girl!” In service to the demands of the couple dozen orcs in the party encircling her, the foot on her back was removed and Zahrine was snatched off of the ground by the back of her neck. She had an opportunity to fight back, here. With her hands free as she dangled from the muscled grasp of the orc, she called up a burst of void energy and prepared to accelerate it outwards. If she could clear the field for a moment – or, at least, temporarily render them unable to give chase, she might be able to mount Justice and tear off down the trail. All the magic in the world was of little use when the knotted wooden war club of an orc crashes into the side of one’s only skull. Zahrine’s vision faded out completely for a moment before blurring back into clarity a full second or two later. 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