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The blonde amazon was surprised and overwhelmed at night by a band of orcs (I'll just keep using this trope until further notice). She cut some down but there were just too many. In the chaos of melee she heard female-sounding screeching, followed by a sudden blackout. Some sort of foul magic no doubt.

When she woke up things looked bad and with every second of her getting her wits together they looked worse. She was in a fire-lit chamber, bound between two fang-shaped stones on top of a dais, with several orcs around. Two smaller females, probably the owners of the screeching voices from before, were handling her in a very rude fashion with a hint of jealousy. By the sound of chanting and the look of a knife being held by one of them, it became apparent she was to be sacrificed in some dark ritual. The amazon was hoping to fall in battle, not get slaughtered like cattle. Straining against the bonds didn't work, except for making the she-orcs more enthusiastic.

Just as the one in front brought her knife to the amazon's chest, something happened. Clash of steel, sounds of flesh and bone being cut apart and frightened orcish screaming interrupted the act. The sounds grew closer until one of the orcs that must have stood in the corridor outside the chamber stepped backward into the red light only to be promptly cut in two by a sword. The wielder of the weapon grabbed the upper half of the unfortunate creature, satisfied with having wiped out or dispersed all her foes so far and stepped into the light herself. It was a tall, muscular, red headed woman, quite like the northern amazons, but not one of them. There was something different about this one.

Nearly everyone present in the chamber was startled, the she-orcs by the shock and fear, the bound amazon by the unexpected hope tempered by a knife point still hovering at her ribs. The redhead turned toward the dais, pleased to see there's still someone alive in the caverns to rescue.

"Who wants to die next?"

The orc priestesses simply stood frozen with disbelief and answer with meaningless gasps. The amazon was too busy staring at the knife beneath her breast to come up with anything worth saying out loud. There was one figure though that wasn't as impressed. A big, helmeted orc wielding a mace and a shield calmly walked down the steps of the dais, his gaze silently fixed on this new foe. This isn't over yet!

The (would be?) savior is of course Red, belonging to

Description

The blonde amazon was surprised and overwhelmed at night by a band of orcs (I'll just keep using this trope until further notice). She cut some down but there were just too many. In the chaos of melee she heard female-sounding screeching, followed by a sudden blackout. Some sort of foul magic no doubt.

When she woke up things looked bad and with every second of her getting her wits together they looked worse. She was in a fire-lit chamber, bound between two fang-shaped stones on top of a dais, with several orcs around. Two smaller females, probably the owners of the screeching voices from before, were handling her in a very rude fashion with a hint of jealousy. By the sound of chanting and the look of a knife being held by one of them, it became apparent she was to be sacrificed in some dark ritual. The amazon was hoping to fall in battle, not get slaughtered like cattle. Straining against the bonds didn't work, except for making the she-orcs more enthusiastic.

Just as the one in front brought her knife to the amazon's chest, something happened. Clash of steel, sounds of flesh and bone being cut apart and frightened orcish screaming interrupted the act. The sounds grew closer until one of the orcs that must have stood in the corridor outside the chamber stepped backward into the red light only to be promptly cut in two by a sword. The wielder of the weapon grabbed the upper half of the unfortunate creature, satisfied with having wiped out or dispersed all her foes so far and stepped into the light herself. It was a tall, muscular, red headed woman, quite like the northern amazons, but not one of them. There was something different about this one.

Nearly everyone present in the chamber was startled, the she-orcs by the shock and fear, the bound amazon by the unexpected hope tempered by a knife point still hovering at her ribs. The redhead turned toward the dais, pleased to see there's still someone alive in the caverns to rescue.

"Who wants to die next?"

The orc priestesses simply stood frozen with disbelief and answer with meaningless gasps. The amazon was too busy staring at the knife beneath her breast to come up with anything worth saying out loud. There was one figure though that wasn't as impressed. A big, helmeted orc wielding a mace and a shield calmly walked down the steps of the dais, his gaze silently fixed on this new foe. This isn't over yet!

The (would be?) savior is of course Red, belonging to