So easily distracted by their blood-thirst the Orcs let Harriet's rope go she tried to wiggle free but the rough rope just dug hard into her skin causing her a great deal of pain. "Where do you think your going pretty little lady?" A brutish orc gnarled then stomped down on her chest, it's misshapen foot with tattered iron boots clanked hard against her metallic chest plate, it bent in just enough to force the oxygen from her lungs, she coughed violently as the Orc charged over stomping her arm in the process. "Augh!" She yelped, the bone was almost forced from the socket.
Laying face down in the mud and grass Harriet could do nothing but pray for the release of death, her body too weak to force herself from the bounds. "To die in the mud, like a pig... I never imagined such a pitiful destiny." She whispered to herself. However it seemed that her god had other plans for her and in the corner of her eye she saw a group of soldiers, some of which she recognized from the Order others she didn't. The soldiers broke through the Orcs lines, however Harriet's limited vision between the glaring sun and the deep mud left her only with a dancing of silhouettes and the clanging of swords, that is until she heard the sound of heavy steps behind her, she clenched assuming one of the orcs decided to finish her off before their defeat. "Just do it." She spat some mud, her body violently shivering, but as she waited for death she felt the cold steel of a weapon unlike one of Orcs cut her bounds... She had been saved.
It was a strange sensation to be able to use your arms again after so long, she at first just dropped them to her side her body telling her to just stay and relax, however she couldn't. She needed to know who saved her from her grim death. "AUGH!" She yelped into the mud as she attempted to move her left arm, it was undoubtedly fractured by the Orcs great big foot, she was glad that the mud would hide her tear of pain and used her left arm to flip herself face up. Two soldiers were now near her, one was sat on a stump and the second was looking directly at her, his words came out muffled as Harriet felt herself almost slipping out of consciousness.
She forced herself to stay awake and used her knees to sit up, if anything she needed them to believe she was strong. "I'm o-okay." She winced and grabbed her left arm, her knees sinking deeper into the mud as her weight was now focused on them. "Who, who are you... I must thank you for coming to my aid." She tried to speak the entire sentence without showing her pain.
