Thread: Life Debt

Come on Orc! You to Elf! The gods won't give us another chance! Ulganna had to shake off the grip of the soldiers that had been failing to force her onto the headsmans block. But now that a Dragon was staring them all down and raining fire on Helgen, the guards could not justify trying to keep hold of the Orc....who wasn't even supposed to be there. She didn't give it a second thought, reached out and shoved the man loosely holding the little wood elf next to her, freeing them both to flee with Ralof. The huge female Orc charged through the chaos after the Nord, following him towards a nearby guard tower. As Ralof entered however, the Dragon's take-off flung a massive stone into the wall above the door, collapsing the entrance in on the frame. Ashes be damned! Ulganna cursed. She actually forgot about the Elf already, not paying attention to whether she was still following or not. It didn't help that nearly having her head cut off already had her berserker rage well in play. So instead of the tower, she sprinted towards a nearby house and smashed through the door shoulder-first as though it were made of straw. She didn't even register the terrified looking family hiding under a table, rather she smashed through the back door as well, charging into the clearing out back. Her blood was thundering in her veins like war drums, and a single glance took in everything she needed to see. A guard was calling a small boy away from danger. Looking down Ulganna saw the Elf, and grunted rather unintelligibly before she ran past the guard, not even stopping as the Dragon smashed into the ground right where the boy had been. The Orc wasn't operating on logic, rather survival and pure rage. Part of her wanted to attack the Dragon, and it took every ounce of discipline she possessed to fight her bloodlust and continue on to safety. All around archers tried desperately to bring down the beast. Ulganna knew better. They didn't stand a chance. She didn't have to fight the beast to know she and everyone within a hundred miles was outmatched. So when she turned a bend, and caught sight of the Imperial fortress, the Orsimmer made for it with the very definition of haste. IN! Ulganna shouted to the Elf if she was still nearby. Unfortunately a guard stood in her way. The fool desperately stood his post during the chaos, raising his sword to attack her as she approached. Likely she looked a thing of bloody fury, and his response to the charging Orc was completely reasonable. It was however, still very foolish. She raised her hands up as he swung downwards at her. Her aim was perfect, and his blade passed between her wrists, slicing free her bonds. She then immediately lifted him off his feet by his chestplate, and slammed him into the fortress door again and again, roaring in rage until the very frame that held it cracked, and the door was smashed off its hinges. Once inside, Ulganna almost collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. Her blood was on fire, her body throbbing with the desperate need to exert her strength on an opponent. Between her thighs she was as hard as rock, something only hidden because of the leather strap that held the phallus against her thigh. This was the gift...and curse of Malacath. Weapon....weapon...forward....forward.... She gasped again and again, trying desperately to calm the fury so she could think, but only the most basic of thoughts managed to escape her lips. If the Elf was still around....Ulganna wouldn't be surprised if she fled at this point.