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A strong female figure in red, silver and black armor, wielding a dual bladed sword that strikes with thunder makes her way through the maze of tunnels and caverns of the orc lair. She is opposed by many, and quickly slays dozens of orcs. Her style is quick, efficient and decisive. She does not use stealth, nor trickery. She walks confidently into each battle, and faces her enemy head on. Finally, she finds one last room, and an orc ensconsed in magic. His minions attack her in wave after wave of pitiful attacks. She uses a doorway to lessen the front and fight each on a more even ground. Eventually, only the Chosen One is left. The two square off, the orc, drooling and muttering incantations to protect himself, the female figure uttering a few words of prayer to Tempus over her weapon. They both strike forth hard and fast, and manage to parry each other's blows. With a spin on her heel, and a precise movements, combined with the agility of a dancer, she relentlessly attacks her opponent. Though both incur small injuries, neither is truly winning nor losing this fight. With a slight misstep, the orc overswings toward her, nearly tripping himself, and dropping his weapon in the process. The woman, instead of using this opportunity, takes two large steps backward. She allows her opponent to regain his feet. In perfect common, spoken with just the slightest Moonshae accent, she says, "You, though you be an orc, and my enemy, have shown skill in battle. For this I honor you. For this, I wish this fight to be fought with honor. In the name of Tempus, we will proceed." The orc, now standing, looks at her inquisitively, and a snarl comes across his face as he notices his axe lying right at her feet, thinking her to be tricking him into a trap. She follows his gaze to her feet and his weapon. She then tucks the toe of her boot under the axe and with a swift movement, kicks his axe into the air and in his direction. The orc deftly catches the weapon in midair and gives her a puzzled look. With a slight nod from her, he lunges forward and attacks again with renewed fervor. Her stance is deeper for more defense now, her swings as a result, less accurate, but powerful nonetheless. She parries and blocks his attacks while he wears himself down. She waits for her moment. The orc in a wild rage swings at her, trying with all his might to break her defenses, to no avail. Finally, the orc leaves himself open, after a missed attack. She takes the opportunity and slashes hard across the beats's chest, opening him from collarbone to groin. With a last shriek, the orc crumples to the ground, blood and entrails littering the floor. She holds her blade high above her head and lets out a warcry. She then kneels, her sword in hand over her fallen enemy. "You fought with honor, Tempus be praised. Forever you will live on in my memory, forever venerating Tempus name."
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