By the time Firkrath reached the village, various corpses, both wounded and dead, littered across the scene. Whoever was killing the orcs, their wounds indicated she was quick about it. Yet at the same time, most wounds weren't fatal, as if the dark figure enjoyed toying with her prey.
An orc ran up to Firkrath, eyes wide in fear, blood smeared across his body. After several seconds, he dropped to the ground, several large needles sticking from his back.
Kurome looked up from her kill, glancing at a human that towered above her. She could only smirk softly, before taking a step back, using her glamour magic in hopes to draw Firkrath into following her.