The high-orc had a bad premonition as it saw Ephine gathering a scary amount of mana, but before it could do anything, her attack was already heading for its head. The high-orc wanted nothing else but to run away for its life, but it was too late to do anything now. The javelin that she had conjured up out of water magic was now completely crystallised, and it was flying straight for the orcs face. The orc wanted to dodge the attack, but Ephine wouldn't let him.
Since she didn't want him to move, she just created wind pressure around him, keeping him contained in one place, making him unable to dodge the javelin. Since he had nowhere to run to, the orc started to panic. It didn't want to die yet, there were still tons of things it wanted to do, like raping, murdering and pillaging some more! It wasn't satisfied yet, as it had grown quite fond of killing and raiding small villages.
