The blade dripped crimson blood onto the grey grass beneath her. She peered into the darkness to catch a glimpse of the person she had struck so hastily. The darkness shrouded the body but Tanzzy heard the choking and gargling of blood as the person struggled to breath. She furrowed her brow and grabbed the ankle of the person and roughly dragged them into the illuminated surroundings. It was no Draenei for sure given they had feet, for which Tanzzy was relieved. Dropping the leg of the now illuminated person, Tanzzy turned to face her assailant. It was an Orc. Her eyes stared at his face as he continued to gargle and struggle for breath. She reached down to tilt his head back and look over the slow wound she had delivered to the Orc. His throat was cut, although he was not bleeding tremendously it would seem she must have severed the airway and not its artery.
With a sigh she reluctantly held her hand over the wound and with her eyes closed she began to mutter and prayer and tend to the wound. To the Orc's dismay, the people they sought to exterminate was now helping him recover from death. Tanzzy's hand glowed brightly and the wound slowly began to seal starting at the furthest edges of the gash until the wound narrowed and sealed, leaving a small thin scar. With a sigh, Tanzzy opened her eyes, blinking down at the Orc as he glared up at her.
With no words mentioned and only a stare of menacing rage and distaste, the Orc grabbed Tanzzy by the shoulders with his large, callous ridden hands and threw her onto her back whilst he rolled around. Suddenly he had her pinned, his knee on her stomach and his hands pinned her chest down. Now Tanzzy was no weakling, she was a Vindicator after all and was physically strong to a point, but fighting off a large brute of an Orc was not so easily done in such a position. She tried to reach for her sword she had lain beside her as she was healing but that only resulted with the Orc elbowing her in the jaw. She grunted as her head spun dizzily. The brute yelled in her face, something the Draenei have come to understand as an insult to their kind. Her head still spun from the previous blow, the disorientated state left her vulnerable. For a moment she could feel the large hands run up her sides then a single hand run down her chest.
The sound ripping fabric almost kicked Tanzzy out of her disorientated state as she looked up to see the Orc tearing away her shirt. She had left her Vindicator armour behind given it was too heavy to travel in and far too bright to go by unnoticed. Now clad in leather trousers and a fabric shirt, Tanzzy was at the mercy of the Orc who almost too eagerly rid the Vindicator of her shirt. Her chest remained bare to the assailant with exception to the bandages that pinned her exceptionally sized bosom against her chest for practical means whilst in a fight. Her stomach was taunt with just a little bit of softness to the touch, whilst her blue skinned remained alluring. The brute reached down for the bandages but quickly froze.
The Orcs eyes widened, almost in fear as he arched back. Soon enough the Orc was screaming as he rolled off Tanzzy and onto the ground. He clutched at his chest and stomach as he writhed in pure agony. Tanzzy sat up and looked on, almost in horror as the Orc arched his back as a flaming hand tore from his abdomen. The hand clutched the brutes stomach as it began to drag the rest of its body out from inside the Orc. The flaming being made itself know, looking at Tanzzy, the very same flaming person Tanzzy has witnessed at the river so many days ago. Finally, after watching this brute who was ready to defile her, Tanzzy watched him cease up and die from his agonizing torture. The fiery being looked at his handy work and without a word, faded away.
Tazz panted in shock after witnessing such brutality, however were it not for the beings intervention, she surely would have been lost. She looked at the Orc, crawling closer to peer at the damage. A wide whole had opened up in the brutes stomach, singed around the edges and charred on the inside. No blood poured from the gaping would, only smoke. Something clicked in Tanzzy's mind that moment, a feeling she'd never really think she'd have in her path as a Vindicator. She was almost glad the Orc had died, no, she was glad as to -how- he died. Such barbarity must be met with similar consequences. She caught herself grinning down at the Orc's singed wound and shook her head, shaking the ill thoughts out of her mind.
She looked down at herself, muttering as she closed her shirt over her slightly exposed torso. Was there really a vulnerability in kindness?