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The dying sunlight reflects off the small, dusty windows of each small building upon the village. The sun slowly beginning to set, giving the place an essence of tranquility as the village remains almost silent.

The dirt from the dusty dirt path begins to spiral upwards, blowing up as the wind once again changes it's course. The sun indeed setting and the cold night setting in slowly.

Dark Descendant continues to move through the small village, the cold that is now beginning to set in, spreading all around her, beginning to bite at her bare fists at face.

Her form continues onwards, her tattered cloak billowing out behind her structure as she moves, trailing out upon the dusty path slightly, Thus causing more dust to rise and settle upon her already dusty cloak.

The only sounds that come to her ears are the continuous swishing noise as the Daito suspended from her waist continues to sway to and fro as she continues to stride onwards.

The tsuka of her trusty blade gleams slightly, as the dimming sun reflects from it's surface, The rings upon the scarrab also gleaming gently. The rope suspended from her waist tied tightly around the rings with care.

Her gaze continues to stay locked upon the dusty dirt track, As if in deep thought. blank expression spreads across her pale, shadow casted face as she continues to stare at this dirt track, indeed in deeep thought.

A sound then reaches her ears, a distant sound, muffled by her footsteps. She comes to a hault, her footsteps now no longer muffling the distant sound. She listens intensly.

A brow is raised towards this sound, Gaze shifting towards the sun tht has still not set, As if protesting this noise, as if protesting against setting. She continues to keep her brow raised gaze shifting to the direction of the sound.

Her pupils dilated, Eyes widening in mere bewilderment as her eyes locked upon a herd of some being heading straight for her, straight for the village. How many were there?!

The ground beneath her began to shake vigiruously, Her eyes remained widened a hand coming swiftly to the tsuka of her blade, her gaze remaining upon the oncoming crowd.

As they came into view, She now realised what these creatures were. They were some kind of orc, carrying large axes and spears, their forms seeming to be slightly bigger than her own form.

She remained stood upon the dirt track, Gaze remaining upon their forms, Seeming to be in a state of shock, It was not ever day that a herd of orcs with heavy weaponry ran towards someone, and one was obviously quite bewildered by this.

She watches the being's forms coming closer, and still the sun would not set. Her eyes narrowed slightly towards the orc's, Her earlier bored and tired expression now replaced with one of a mix of bewilderment and untrust.

She continued to stand upon her feet infront of their path and still they charged on, They would not stop for her, They would simply stampede through her, But why were they in such a hurry to get to the village?

A split moment later she had found herself right infront of the orc's them having made up this distance as she had stood in deep thought. She would have been trampled down if not making an action of escape.

She swiftly moved upwards, Her form moving fluently through the air as she performs a leaping motion, Landing upon the head of the orc infront of her form, She swiftly pushes her form from his head.

She pushes her form from the head of the orc as to not be stampeded upon, The head of the large orc jerked forwards as her structure pushed off it, But he simply continued his eyes upon the village.

She landed upon the head of yet another large orc, Leaping swiftly off the being's cranium as soon as she impacts it, Form yet again flowing fluently, She flipped sideways.

Her form rolled slightly as she leapt upon the sidewalk, Gaze shifting to the large herd of orcs as they pass. Although she had indeed leapt upon two of the orc's craniums they seemed to move on ignoring her.

She arched a brow, Standing up straight and dusting herself off, Gaze then shifting to the small rural village as the orcs continue to stampede towards it, Why were they rushing towards the village?

A thought then came clear to her, Their weapons had been pointed outwards, As if ready to attack, a charging motion if one was right. So they must be charging towards the village, But why? Was it for food? Or weaponary?

These thoughts faded from her mind as her eyes widened, She had to stop them from attacking the innocent people in the village, But could she alone be enough to stop them.

She shook her head, Even when her form had leapt upon the head of one of the being's they had not flinched, as if not even feeling her steel toe capped boots. Nevertheless she had to try to stop them.

The orcs charged like a swarm of greenflies. One pulled away from the front racing ahead wanting to get there first, to get it over with quickley. Unfortunatly for him this particular task was over painfully quickley, something unseen slashed him in the face and he fell back as Malisaro appeared out of thin air. He turned his blood red, pupiless eyes towards the orcs and rasied his hand, the ground infront of them cracked at the sounds of his spell and dislodged rocks lifted up and began pelting the orcs, Malisaro then cast thunder hammer and flame blade on his blood sword and began carving a burning path throught the orcs, the sart one dudged to the side of him. To them they thought they were about to get there until two wite streaks leaped infront of them gouging the leaders of the lines. Karnen and Wrath, white wolf and white tiger. They pounced on the orcs reducing them to bloody heaps on the ground. Malisaro looked up, the numbers of orcs seemed endless as they charge paying no attention to him or dark decendant.
"Idiots" muttered Malisro throught his mask.
He cast lava wave and a massive rive of boiling magma exploded out of the ground behind him, it washed around Malisro hitting the orc ranks, just for a bit more fun Malisaro cast summon hail storm and pelted the orcs with ice balls that made table sized crators in the ground.
"I'm starting to think I'm still invisible" he cursed to miself drawing his ruby staff.
He cast flame blade on that and then his fireball spell, flame flying everywhere Malisaro thought he may as well complete the chaotic scenes he loved the create, and cast cloak of flames, he was surrounded by fire and charged at the orcs firing fire, light, thunder, rock, vines, and other various elemental spells he had before stopping near dark decendant.
"Don't suppose you know where they're coming from?" He said admiring the bloody scene ahead of him "because I don't want to know, I hate orcs. They're cowards the lot of them, and no match for me"
He rasied his staff to the sky.
"I summon the thunderous storm!"
A lightning bolt crashed down from the heavens scattering the multiple orcs that it hit and sending them carrering into the rest while Karnen and Wrath leaped between them tearing the straggelers to pieces.

Dark Descendant began to move forwards, Stride a long and swift one as she began to dash towards the seemingly ongoing tribe of orcs. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she swiftly unsheathed her Daito.

A grin appears across her lips as she un-sheather her blade, This sending a ring throughout the area, Echoing around the dusty path, The blade gleaming instantly as the setting sun reflects off it's surface.

She comes to a hault however, an orc at the front having been thrown backwards by some unseen person, This person then showing themselves and beginning to deal a series of vicious attacks upon the orcs.

Dark Descendant arches a brow, remaining haulted as she watches this, The setting sun giving her a glow of a golden colour, Her electic black hair seeming to shine as the light hits it.

She watches for a moment as the form of the unknown male continues to deal these harsh attacks, Some seeming to be elemental orientated. This male seeming to have quite a skill.

She watched the orcs continued onwards despite the fact that some of the orcs were being picked off, But the herd seemed to be on-going, Her gaze shifted behind her form, Not seeing an end to this herd.

Her eyes narrowed as they indeed entered the village, Her gaze shifting onto their forms in a state of mere despise. Her gaze shifting then to the man as he lands next to her.

She shakes her head at his question and hears a cry, A woman being thrown down by one of the orcs, Who now have it's axe raised towards her as if about to kill the innocent woman.

Her gaze shifts onwards as many more cries emmitt from the town that was quiet mere moments ago, People beginning to scream and rush about arms waving about in the air as if frantic.

She growls towards them, Glancing towards the man once more a gleam of despise and determination now clearly visable in her eyes. She scowls slightly before saying.

' They are killing the innocent, Those fiends! I have had enough of this disgraceful predicament, That I have!! '

And with these harsh toned words said, She darts forwards, Eyes narrowing upon the forms of the orcs as she moves forwards her stride that of swift one, swifter than the gaze of a human eye.

Her eyes remain narrowed as she dashes forwards with this in-human speed her blade coming out, blade gleaming brightly, the kissaki outwards. She swipes down towards the back region of one of the orcs.

She feels her blade slice down the vertebral column of the orc, Blood immediately squirting out forming a mist of blood to be emmitted into the air as her blade slices down the spinal region of her foe.

She watches the form of the orc crater forwards, the being falling to it's knees and letting out a loud wale, A cry of anger as it is sliced by her blade, Blood continuing to seep from the back of her foe as their form drops forwards.

Astra, walking along the streets looked up at the sound of screaming and thunder. Several loud bangs erupted just outside the village as the people began to run. Astra ran forewards and noticed a massive army of orcs was racing towards the village cutting down anybody that got in there way, with the exeption of a half demon and a drow who were dropping them like flies. Astra back off stepping on a loose stone sand slipping over with a slight squeal. The nearest orc raised its head and looked at her, it raised its axe and ran at her. Astra ceawled back coming up against a wall, cornered.
"llaberife!"
She didn't know why she just said that, all she knew was that a fireball had shot from midair over her shoulder, impacted on the orc's face and sent it flying backwards. Astra scrambled to her feet and turned to run only to have another orc grab her upper arm, its breath reaked as it scanned her pointed ears.
"Elf?" it barked "die, elf"
Astra pulled the glove of her remaining hand and pressed her palm against the orc's face, it burnt badly and before Astra could stop herself it burst into flames and the orc was staggering backwards howling with pain. A sudden fire began gleaming behind Astra's eyes.
"semalf fo kaolc!"
Her body became completely surrounded in flames, she didn't even feel like herself any more, she glared up at the orcs running at her and drew a dagger. She plunged it into the belly of the first orc casting three more fieball spells, the flame spheres flew out of nowhere over her shoulder sending the orcs flying, several misfires hit building and carts and they went up into flames too. Astra pulled out her dagger as the orc fell infront of her then glared up at the rest of them, a whole new personality taking over her.
"Prepare to get singed!" She yelled.
More fireballs flew from behind her hurtling into the orc ranks and sending them flying everywhere. Astra didn't care who or what she hit, the stupid orcs had made her go insane and there was nothing on Earth to stop her destroying everything she could see.