Leonhardt watched Nyxara's fight with amusement, his smile growing each time she moved or attacked the orcs without mercy.
"She's desperate to win."
'I love the way her armour digs into her crotch when she performs such delicate and dextrous movements.'
Nyxara leapt to another tree, half-drawing her bow in a half-squat, letting Leonhardt get a delightful view of her round ass. The moment she shot, it rippled from the force of her shadow magic, and the long arrow lanced towards the remaining warlord.
'Erotic.'
The orc smashed the arrow using its jagged blade and rushed forward. It sprinted at Nyxara, each step leaving a slight dent in the soft mud as it roared. "Dark elf bitch, die!" Following up with a brutal swing that made the air howl.
Nyxara stumbled back and barely avoided the flash of steel.
The warlord's grin was manic and victorious until he realised she'd vanished like a ghost.
He roared, "Come face me, dark elf coward!"
