"Elf Princess, this is your last chance! Come out now, or we will destroy this barrier and drag you out and make use of the others inside with you. New slaves are always nice." An orc with bones through his nose yelled out.
Blake sneered as he slowly walked up behind the orc. The orc did not even seem to notice Blake's presence. "Elf Princess, I will give you the count of five! One! Two! Three! Four…."
"Five…. Go to hell." Blake finished the countdown as he shoved his sword through the back of the orc's neck and twisted it a few times before pulling the sword out and slamming his hand down on the wound and saying: "Fireball!"
