Bula and Pasho both came to a complete stop staringa thte man began to change into some kind of beast that had tossed the girl aside. The threats to kill the girl disgusted Bula, but she couldn’t let the life of one child interfere with the destruction of a beast that could kill so many more. She looked at Pasho for a moment and knew they were both thinking the same thing. ‘If the girl dies, we just tell everyone we found him standing over her body, then we killed him.’ Pasho began moving to the side brandishing her weapon as if preparing to attack, her eyes staring right at the face of the were creature.
Bula stood where she was, her mind clearing as she thought about what was going to take place. In order to save the child she would have to attack without remorse, without a concept of mercy in her mind. Then there we was, her thoughts empty except for the need to end this monster’s life. She had brought herself down to a animalistic level, her enemies level when he committed the murders he did. She rushed forward the muscles beneath her armor undulating as she moved, her eyes filled with a fiery murderous rage as she closed the distance between her and Slade.
Powerful arms lifted the axe bringing it in line with her body and then slightly back giving her a arc to bring the powerful two handed silver weapon over and down with. Bula was focused on her target, her eyes centered on Slade’s collar bone where his neck met shoulder. Green knuckles took on a pale hue with the tightness she gripped the haft with before coming within a few feet of the child murderer. Powerful biceps suddenly tensed and pressed against the skin of her arms as she brought her arms down and around the axe following a similar path as it moved to crash into Slade and tear him asunder under it’s powerful weight and sharp edges that were so moved by the Orcess that wielded it.
As she took the swing thoughts flooded into her mind. How she had hoped that due to Slade transforming that he would be taken unaware, how she knew that if her attack did not strike true this would turn out into a melee with a beast of which she did not know the skill or strength of. How that she or her sister could be severely injured or killed. The child slipped in for a moment of the fact that the young girl could die, but Bula was less concerned with the human life. A roar escaped her lips as they curled back from the protruding tusks of her lower jaw and she finished the movement of swinging the axe and it ended up hanging at her side still held in both hands as she looked up to survey the damage she had done.
