The thud was heavier than any sun. Half of her forearm was gone as blood kept churning out from the pulsing vessels inside her.
Karina had her face sucked out of her. Her vision blurred at each second the clock ticks as the words coming out from the orc turned incomprehensible and echoing. She was swaying, with her severed hand pointing down. Her shoulders loosened, and her lips gaped open. Her breasts sluggardly heaved up and down. Her foot took one step forward instinctively to regain her balance, but it didn't take her another second before her entire body limped. Her trains of thought stopped before her blonde hair was pulled by the orc just as her face was above the ground.
"You even go as far as wanting to kill yourself, just to fail my objective," muttered the chief orc before he carried her by her shoulder. He looked at the bright sky, "However, it's my win, no, my entire tribe wins."
