Scarpha rose from her position. She saw that torches had become light in the darkness. The orcs had begun to celebrate something. What the celebration was for didn’t matter to her. She sat in the foliage waiting for the right opportunity, the moment the watchmen would lower their guard and allow her to slip in.

The nearest tower she approached revealed that the watchmen were incredibly vigilant in their duties. They were like statues keeping watch, unmoving only occasionally blinking. But she knew from the brief time she observed them, they are aren’t exactly the best at keeping focus. All she had to do was find a minor gap in the defense and she’d force her way in.

She went back into the bushes to approach another tower. She tried her best to move quietly through the bushes and greenery. Just because she was in the darkness didn’t mean she was invisible. An orc could possibly have better eyesight during the night than it would during the day. She wasn’t going to take a chance at that.

She was approaching another tower when she heard the whistling of an arrow. She stopped her movements, the arrow hit with a hard thud. She felt the sheer force and liquid flowing down her face. Slowly she faced the orc from the tower she was retreating from. It roared in joy, raising its bow in one hand.

She followed the black shaft to the tree, the orc had impaled a squirrel. The arrow was lodged right in between the two eyes, bits of brain matter was leaking from the skull. Since she was not the center of the orc's attention she began to move again, looking for the other tower.

She emerged at least twenty feet past the other tower. She looked towards this orc, it looked the same as the other one. She hung around a little bit to observe.

He wasn’t doing anything more than keeping an eye out. Seeing no change in behavior she was planning on leaving for the next tower.

Until she heard him speaking to another, stopping her in her tracks.

The orc was talking to another. This was the chance she needed. She jumped from the treeline and made a beeline for the base of the tower. Here is where she would climb the tower and begin the subtle execution of her plan.

She watched the two talk for a little while, they both seemed to be archers, judging by the armaments. One was looking more and more relieved as the talk continued, shame she had no idea what they were conversing about, not like it would be useful but perhaps she could use it to get directions in this orcish city.

The original orc met the other’s fist with his own, with that he left. They had changed places, His watch must’ve been over.

Scarpha climbed over the blindside of the tower.

An arrow flew through the air only stopping when it forced itself through the back of the original watch orc’s spine. He fell face forward.

Scarpha removed her tail from the new watcher. She contorted her body forward to meet him. The black goo was absolutely leaking from every orifice. His eyes, his mouth, his ears and his nose. It didn’t take long for him to succumb to the effects and start having a seizure. As much as she wanted to reclaim what was left, there wasn't any time to waste.

She crawled her way through outskirts. Things didn’t start getting risky until she had reached the actual buildings.

She forced herself into a pile of crates as two orcs walked by, they were entirely oblivious to the tail that was left out. Once one got close enough she wrapped her tail around its foot and pulled. The orc tripped, they other was stabbed and by stabbed, it was forcefully penetrated. The lack of heavy armor allowed the tail to easily tear flesh apart. She looped it back around and sent the tail through the skull via bottom jaw. If it tried to yell, it only came out in bubbles in the black goo and gurgles.

The tripped orc managed to draw his sword and shield. He started to yell something in orc but was lost to the Scarpha. She clasped the dead body, forcefully removing her tail, bone fragments, organs, muscle it didn’t matter if it was hooked on to her tail she brought it out with it.

She opened her mandibles and flicked the residue from her tail into the eyes of the other orc. He took a few steps back and rubbed his eyes clean. When his vision cleared, she was gone.

He frantically looked around nothing, not trace just the deceased body of his comrade. With her missing he started to run, The need to alert the horde was much greater than wanting to fight. He sheathed his sword an ran at the highest velocity her could, Yelling the entire way.

“Zuula mi crio!” He kept yelling.

He approached another orc that was standing there. “Paarphasa! Paarphasa!” He said approaching.

The orc had no response. He touched him. The unresponsive orc turned around, his eyes were black and leaking. His face contorted with rage. He tackled the orc, wrapping his hands around his throat.

“Paarphasa scufay!” He choked he tried to pull the attacking orc’s arms off him. No use, he had only one choice.

He hit him on the side of the skull with his shield. This weakened the grip slightly. He did it again blood spurted. And once more the attacking orc rolled off him. He rolled to his feet and pulled out his sword.

“Paarphasa, zašvo vilal sidiave?” In his language he tried reasoning with the crazed, to his luck it did nothing.

The orc got up and charged, screaming. Reluctantly he jumped to the side, slashing his sword downward. The head and the body were separated.

The enraged orc’s body continued to run for a few more steps before it fell limp sliding in the dirt.

Scarpha was watching from the rooftop of a nearby building. She left the orc alive for a minor experiment. It seemed the fewer toxins introduced into the victim would send them into a berserker state. Possibly due to the toxins reaching only parts of the brain and triggering some sort of response. She would have to play with the effects of toxin levels later.

But for now, her experiment was over and this little orc was causing too much noise. She dropped from the spot and scurried her way to the battled orc. Of course, she wasn’t too big on revealing herself so she approached from behind.

The orc turned around swinging his sword. She was able to duck the blade and send her tail through both his legs. She pulled from opposite direction he was facing. He fell on his stomach. She climbed overtop of him and sent the tail through the back of his neck, she also inserted her clawed fingers into his eye sockets and pulled. It took just a little bit of force, but she clearly ripped the upper half of his head away from the bottom jaw.

She dropped the head piece almost immediately after removing it. Killing every single one of these orcs like this would take way more time then she had, a better way would have to be made.

Then in the distance, she heard the voices of cheering orcs. They were celebrating something. Maybe she could do something with that. She climbed the building once more. Getting a better vantage point, she saw the orc party. A giant bonfire and six poles all with something tied to them.

Two human, Three elves and another orc, upon closer inspection, she could smell that was the orc that got away from her. Seems that they didn’t take too kindly that he returned without the human. Another orc came out to the human, this one was dressed weirdly. It had three human heads on a pikes strapped to its back It also wore a helmet made from the bones of a dead animal.

He brandished an absolutely wicked looking blade, using it he sliced off the arm of the orc. He screamed absolutely wildly. He thrashed back and forth trying to free from his binds.

The magic coming from the two elves were very strong, perhaps saving them would actually be pretty beneficial. She jumped down.

The orc began chanting and pointing a painting of a deity statue. He began twirling around to the group of orcs. He splashed the blood on the face of all of them. He moved over to the human he cut the hands off and threw them to the group, speaking more in the orc tongue, A warrior prayer of some sort.

Scarpha was behind the poles, this was more than likely a game of guess. She picked a body and injected her venom.

The Orc moved to the other human, he grabbed the person’s hair and pressed the blade against the throat, forcing it all the way through. The head was separately in his grasp. He tossed the head into the crowd.

The orcs went wild tearing into the meat, scooping out the eyeballs. Seemingly everything that had been offered was some form of significance. Then he moved onto the elves, he looked them both in eyes. Hate was very apparent to him, he must’ve had some vendetta against the race.

Both female and male, they were gagged, tears streamed down the lady’s face. She was obviously begging for her life. So the orc chopped the male’s right leg off, He didn’t even bother with any chants or words, He simply threw it out to the crowd.

The elf remained alive, he vision bounced in an out. He would die from the blood lose soon enough. He caressed the blade around her face. Her muffled cries growing louder. But, he noticed the others went silent, not even the shuffling of their armor was heard. He turned around, each one of the orcs that attended was leaking the black goo.

Behind him, he heard a hissing roar and instantly each one began trying to kill each other. He turned around to find Scarpha standing in front of the dying male elf. He mandibles spread showing her freakish teeth. He wasn't sure what to make of her, she had the pasty skin of an elf, the lacking of pointed ears that humans had, or any ears that he could even see. Then came the tail. He pointed his sword forward at Scarpha.