Snippet #1871526

Anez starred at the sword that was now lying at her feet shocked. She was angry, yes, and her heart couldn't take much more sorrow after what these Orogs had put her through, she definitely thought all these monsters in the room deserved a fate worse than death, but she was not a killer. She fought a battle in her, she wanted more than anything to satisfy her revenge, but her heart couldn't take any more death even if it was an Orog that would die. But then she could tell by the king's eyes that either way this Orog that was now on the ground holding onto his knee would die, by her hand or the king's. She could tell that if the Orog got killed by the king it would be slow and painful, something she did not want to watch, but she wasn't sure if she was able to kill it.

"Fine, but I'll do it my way," she growled at the king at forcing her to do this. She walked over to the Orog that was on the ground, pulling out a small tube of a glowing purple liquid from a hidden pocket. She always carried a little of this around, it was a deathly poison that could quickly kill anything with just one drop, too if the thing you were trying to kill was like an Orog and was hard to kill. She carried it around not because she killed a lot of things, but in case she needed to and there was no other way; such as this situation.

She unstopped the little tube, not uttering a word she poured two drops of liquid into the Orog's mouth and quickly stepped back. The Orog looked at her, its eyes almost revealing its thanks, almost. Then quickly the light that every pair of eyes carries, vanished and the Orog slumped, dead. Anez stopped up the vial again and placed it back in its pocket. She turned back to the king, her eyes stone cold.

"You should know there's been enough blood spill today," she said, "And you call yourself a king, a real king wouldn't add to that!"