The Elf Huntress

Savannah was a beautiful elvish woman, with a slender build and toned legs, the kind of woman that made every man turn his head wherever she was passing through. Her braided golden hair and blue eyes could easily make one wonder if she was a princess of some sort, but her heart was that of a huntress.

Savannah had sworn an oath. She had promised to rid her homeland from the damned orcs who constantly raided her kingdom and killed her people, including her younger sister, and she was keen on fulfilling that promise. For that end she had learned how to use the bow and the sword, and many other exploits. She had learned every single strategy and weakness of her enemy, and dispatched more than a dozen of them to the afterlife.

But now she was in trouble, and it would not be easy to escape.

"You fell right into my ambush. Such a silly little girl" mocked the tall and muscular orc who seemed to be the leader of the band that surrounded her. "What did you have in mind when you decided to chase me so far? I thought that you elves were supposed to be intelligent."

Savannah looked at him and snarled, mad at herself for falling for such an obvious trap.

"You won't kill me, Blackeye. Not today" she replied, raising her bow in a challenge.

The orcs laughed. One of them dashed towards her and almost got shot in the forehead, but the arrow missed by a few inches. Seizing the opportunity, the orc grabbed her bow and broke it, and then almost managed to grab her by the throat, but was interrupted by his chief.

"Stop now, Khoros. The girl is mine" ordered the orc called Blackeye, stretching his arms as if he was about to play a game.

The subordinate immediately stood aside, giving way to his superior.

"Let's see how you fare against a real warrior, little bunny, '' growled Blackeye as he charged against Savannah, throwing axe blows in a rampage.

Making justice to her elvish ancestry, the huntress avoided each one of them as though she was fighting a child. But how could she defeat her enemy without a weapon? She had an idea, and smiled at the thought of what was to come.

"Do you really need a weapon to kill an unarmed elf, Blackeye? I thought you were a man of honor" she yelled, seeing the pride shining in his expression.

"Of course I do not! I will show you the power of a real man, and then I will make you my doll before I kill you!" The orc replied, throwing his axe to one of his men.

Leaping towards Savannah, the orc was expecting her to dodge him, but she didn't.

The orc was now above her, holding her against the ground with his hands on her shoulders. His breath was unbearable and for a moment she thought that her plan was going to fail, but she knew it would not. She had done that before and not even a single time it failed.

The orc looked at her, unsuspicious of what was to come. The perfect chance had come for her.

Why had nature given men such an obvious weakness would be for her eternally a mystery, but it did, and now it was right within her reach.

"I will show you the power of a woman, Blackeye, and then you will realize how weak and pathetic you are!" She said, slamming her right knee against his groin with so much force that it almost made him throw up (and she was glad that he didn't).

The orc let out a moan and fell to the ground, deprived of his strength.

The other orcs looked at each other, scared of her, right before running away to the forest.

Savannah stood up and put her foot on Blackeye's back. He was still holding his manhood.

"I could kill you, rat, but I will not. Instead, I will allow you to live to face eternal mockery among the women of your clan. Good bye, loser" finished the elf, spitting on him before leaving the place.