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Girls Can’t Be Heroes - Page 11 - Kill him immediately. - By tummyterrors - Overview
The only way Dorian was getting out of that bell alive was over Gorbag’s dead body, literally. Leandra gave a sharp whistle, and Nori loosed the arrow aimed at the orc’s head. It hit him square above his right eye and he stumbled backwards with a cry. He didn’t fall however, and Leandra gripped her sword tightly. Slowly, he turned back to face them. His eyes were glazed slightly, and there was a large gash on his head where the arrow had scraped off his skull, but he was still conscious and very much alive.

“Ulanda…” Leandra said warily. She didn’t even have to give the order. Taking advantage of his momentary disorientation, Ulanda took one step forward and cocked her arm. Then she pivoted, launching her fist towards his face with all the strength in her body. There was a dense thud, and the orc crumpled, out cold. He landed flat on his belly, and Leandra’s stomach lurched as she heard the distinct crunch of bone.

“Nylfami!” she shouted, but the elf was already rushing forward.

“Roll him over!” she cried. “Get his weight off of her, it she’ll be crushed!” Ulanda complied, rolling the big green man on his back.

Hnnngghh…. Hrrrrrk! Mmmooorrrgggh!” Dorian’s screams were now just wordless cries of utter agony. Nylfami placed both hands on Gorbag’s shrinking, gurgling belly. He was still alive, and his stomach was very actively digesting poor Dorian. Nylfami hastily muttered a lengthy incantation, sweat breaking out on her brow. Dorian groaned and squealed and whimpered inside, and for a moment, Leandra was sure she would die. Ulanda watched with faint disapproval, her arms crossed.

Finally, with a sudden whoosh, the orc’s belly deflated. At first, Leandra thought she had been crushed completely. Half a second later, the battered teen materialized next to Nylfami, sobbing, broken, and coated in digestive slime. She was almost completely naked, with just a soiled and frayed bit of her tunic remaining. Her skin was utterly ravaged, reddened and burned and even stripped away in places. Her hair was falling out, and two of her fingers were missing on her left hand, melted away into little nubs. One leg was twisted and bent unnaturally, and Nylfami quickly discerned that several of her ribs were broken. Nylfami closed her eyes and began chanting healing spell after healing spell, her voice quivering slightly.

Dorian was choking and coughing, her breath ragged and pained. She moaned and sobbed to herself, tears running over her acid-burned cheeks. She was a horrific mess, a far cry from the energetic young woman that had entered the cave. Leandra approached slowly and knelt beside the trembling girl. She had seen things like this before, but… this was different.

“Dorian,” she whispered, surprised by the lump in her throat. “Dorian, you’re safe. You’re safe now. Nylfami will help you. We’ll help you.” As the healing spells worked their magic, Dorian’s skin slowly returned to normal, regaining its color and healing the wounds. She would have scars, and no magic could bring back her fingers, but she would live. The bones would take longer to heal.

“Captain,” Dorian sobbed. “Oh, oh captain…” was all she could manage. Nylfami shushed her gently, and Leandra put a hand gingerly on her shoulder. Dorian recoiled in response. Her shoulder was broken too.

“Uh, that orc is still alive,” Nori called from her perch. “I’m not coming down until he isn’t. Can I shoot him?”

“No,” Ulanda said before anyone else could answer. She stood above the unconscious orc in a protective stance. “You should not kill orc warriors in their sleep. It’s dishonorable. Dorian tried it and looked what happened to her.”

“Well what do you suggest then? You want us to just leave him?” Nori asked.

“Yes. We disturbed his sleep and robbed him of a meal.” Ulanda’s tone was matter-of-fact, almost petulant. “We have bothered him enough for one day.”

“That ‘meal’ was your teammate,” Leandra said angrily. She was well-accustomed to Ulanda’s lack of concern for human life, but this was Dorian, god damn it. She was the newest member of the group, but she was a good girl, a loyal girl. She deserved more respect.

“Even so, an orc warrior deserves more respect,” Ulanda said stubbornly, mirroring Leandra’s thoughts with an ironic twist. “He ate her fair and square.”

“I seem to remember you helping us rob him of that meal,” Nylfami interjected between incantations.

“As the captain said. She’s my teammate. But I won’t let you just kill him like this.”

“We will take him as prisoner,” Leandra said. Ulanda opened her mouth to protest, but Leandra silenced her with a sharp look. “We were hired to stop him. We can’t just leave him free and able to strike again.”

“Fine. I’ll handle it,” Ulanda grumbled. Without looking up from her work, Nylfami muttered a quick conjuration spell, and a pair of metal cuffs and a thick rope materialized in Ulanda’s hands. Dorian let out a pained moan, and Nylfami quickly went back to her healing magic.

“Bind him tight,” Leandra warned Ulanda. “If he gets free, I’m holding you responsible.” Ignoring the big woman’s grumbling, she turned back to the whimpering teen. “Dorian… is the girl in the cave, or was she already dead?”

“She w-wasn’t dead,” she responded miserably, tears spilling from her cheeks as she began to cry again. “But she is now… I f-failed…”

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Leandra whispered, patting her gently. Turning to Nylfami, she asked, “Is she stable?”

“I can only do so much,” she sighed, draping her own white cloak over Dorian. “I’ve healed as much as I can, but she needs real treatment. And a lot of rest.”

Leandra slipped her arms under the broken girl and stood, lifting her as carefully as she could. Even so, Dorian winced and groaned with each movement. “We have to go,” the captain told the others. “Ulanda, is the orc secure?”

“As secure as an orc man can be,” Ulanda said. “Come here and give him some that mojo, Nylf. I can’t wake him up, and I don’t want to carry his fat ass.”

“Don’t call me that,” Nylfami complained, then muttered a few hasty incantations. The orc groaned, clutching his head and sitting up shakily.

“He’s still hurt,” Ulanda huffed, but Nylfami just shrugged.

“If he can walk, then he’s healed enough,” Leandra said. “Let’s go.”

“Come on, big guy. We gotta move,” Ulanda said, tugging on the rope, which was fastened securely to the cuffs on his wrists.

“Wha…” Gorbag groaned as he stood clumsily. He quickly discovered his bonds, and yanked on them angrily. “Who dares-“

“I know, I know,” Ulanda tutted sympathetically. “Look, don’t get mad at us. You’re the one who let a bunch of women take you down.”

“You cheated! Dishonorable whores!”

“Say what you will about the others, but there was nothing dishonorable about that punch I landed,” Ulanda said proudly. “Look, if it was up to me, we’d never have disturbed you. You have a right to eat whatever girls you want… but their mothers have a right to pay us to take you down.”

“I’ll kill you for this,” Gorbag promised hatefully.

“Be thankful,” Ulanda huffed. “You’d be dead if I hadn’t stopped them from finishing the job. You owe me.”

“Quiet, you two,” Leandra barked. She was in no mood for orc banter. Dorian’s eyes fluttered, barely conscious, and she whimpered weakly. “Hush,” Leandra said. “We’ll get you taken care of. Just rest.” Dorian slipped in and out of consciousness as the made their way back towards the village. Ulanda led the captive orc by his chain, and for the moment, he made no attempt to escape. Every once a while, he would mutter under is breath in a foul language.

“What are we going to do with him?” Nori whispered, coming up next to the captain. “He’s too dangerous. We should kill him while we can.”

“You’re free to try,” Leandra said. “I’d love to hear how you plan to deal with Ulanda.” Nori didn’t respond, glancing back at the orc and his half orc captor with apprehension and distaste.

“She’s right, Leandra,” Nylfami said. “We need to deal with him somehow.”

“I know. Let’s just get Dorian back safely for now,” Leandra responded.

Before long, they reached the little village they had set out from, just as the sun was beginning to go down. They immediately drew attention from the locals: a troupe of women with a captive orc and a half-digested girl was no common sight. Their client came rushing out of the tavern upon hearing of their return. Her face lit up when she saw Dorian, but when she realized it wasn’t her daughter in Leandra’s arms, she covered her face and began to sob.

“We were too late,” Lendra said curtly. “There was nothing we could do. We were able to capture the orc responsible for your daughter’s death, though.”

“At great personal cost,” Nylfami added. Leandra nodded in agreement.

“Cost? What cost?” the bereaved woman spat, gesturing at Dorian with distaste. “She’s alive, isn’t she? That’s more than I can say for Sylvia… my dear, sweet daughter… oh…”

“Nevertheless, we’ve done our job,” Leandra said, quite accustomed to behavior like this. “This orc won’t be giving you or your village any trouble. We’ll take our payment now, in full.”

“There is no payment,” the ex-mother sniffled, and the troupe of mercenaries bristled. “There never was any payment. I’m a tavern wench, do you think I can afford to hire mercenaries? I just wanted to save my daughter.”

Leandra blinked, then clenched her teeth as anger swelled in her breast. “You lied,” she fumed. “You sent us to risk our lives for your dead daughter on a false promise!”

“Oh, of all the- how many times is this going to happen?” Nori huffed, crossing her arms with a sour expression on her face.

“Look at that thing,” Nylfami said sharply, pointing at the sullen orc prisoner. “We fought that thing for you! Look what he did to our youngest member! She’ll never be the same!”

“We can’t just let this slide,” Leandra warned. “You said you would pay. There have to be consequences if you don’t.”

“Do what you want,” she muttered bitterly. “It doesn’t matter… nothing matters now…”

Leandra regarded the woman with an angry stare. She had been lenient in the past in instances like these, but if word spread about these charities, people would begin to think that payment was optional. The more they let this kind of thing slide, the more it would happen. A dozen people had their eyes on them. Whatever they chose to do here, word of it would spread. This was a chance to show their strength and show what happened to those who deceived them. But it was also a chance to show that they could be gracious and reasonable. In the end, however, there was only one correct course of action. They had to…
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