The assassin who had ordered the Red Tail Scorpion to strike Orion with its venomous stinger stood back and watched as his plan succeeded. He let out a malevolent laugh, revelling in the satisfaction of seeing his enemy fall.
"You have been inflicted by my Red Tail Scorpion's poison," he sneered, addressing Orion directly. "You will die in two minutes."
The other assassins watched with eager anticipation, waiting for Orion to succumb to the poison. They knew that their colleague was a skilled fighter, and they trusted that he knew what he was doing.
"Finish him off, Red Tail Scorpions!" another assassin called out, urging his beasts to strike.
The scorpions moved in closer to Orion, their tails poised to strike. Their pincers clicked together menacingly, the sound filling the air with an eerie rhythm. The assassins circled around Orion, eager to see their enemy meet his demise.
