"Just asking! The way I see it we are going to have to fight them eventually, seeing we just killed all of their friends. But you do you, if you want to fight them later more power to you. But what are you going to do with him?" Dexion asked taking a normal arrow out of his quiver and poking the orc's foot. "I mean you haven't killed him yet so what are you going to do? Punch him? Get answers to life's problems? Eat him?"

Nicote replaced his daggers and glanced around.

"So what was that all about? And if you guys dont mind..." he pried a small stone like object from the orc and stuffed it in his pocket.

Astra arched her eyebrows at Nicote staying in the shadows. "What's with the stone?"

"Just because I look like a dragon doesn't mean I eat like one. And Orcs taste worse than they smell. As for how I'm going to get answers...," Saria said, and hir eyes unfocused momentarily. Suddenly, the Orc began screeching in pain, trying to break free. As Saria's eyes refocused, the Orc went limp.

Taeri lifted hir head from the ground, and grimaced at the thought of getting dirt out of hir scales. Shi stood, with the back of hir skull throbbing, and saw everyone clustered around Saria, who was holding an Orc up.

Nicote scowled. "just.....something that I need for something else. None of your business." He glanced at Saria. "Oh yeah...are you sure he can breathe? I think he's turning purple, and I'd love to get another chance at banging him over the head before he drops dead..." Nicote savored the idea of getting in some retaliation.

Astra dropped the subject. Shed forget about it until she saw a stone and maybe she could catch Nicote in a more talkative mood, if that ever happened. She tilted her head at the orc wondering what Saria would do.

(Yeah, right...ever head of fresh-baked pomegranate bread? No? Try it on Nicote sometime. (hint hint) ;D)


Nicote waited He noticed the orc was turning extremely purple and longingly fingered the dagger on his belt. His eyes dart around wildly, checking for signs of approaching danger.

Saria adjusted hir grip, allowing the orc some air, and growled at the orc, "Again, where did you come from?"

(Oh he's either going to get really mad or very talkative xD)
(pulls out bread from nowhere)

Astra watched curiously wondering if the orc would speak the truth. She edged closer to Nicote as his shadows grounder her to reality more.

Gasping, the Orc said, "Between your legs, wench!"
As Saria pulled hir fist back to strike a very tender area of the orc, Taeri touched hir elbow, pushing it back down. Shi touched the orc's mind, and forcefully took the memory from the orc's mind.
"They're on their way to loot a town!" Taeri gasped, breathing heavily after having to dig through the orc's dense mind.
Saria suddenly squeezed the Orc's throat so hard, its head came off, spraying everyone with blood, and bent double, gripping between hir legs, a pained expression on hir face.
(The creep just had to kick me there, didn't he?" Saria grunted.