Orc Warrior

Chapter 6

Isa was in utter disbelief. For weeks, she had been in mourning over Gmork's death, and how she would never get the chance to tell him good-bye, or that she had found her mate at last. And now he stood in front of her.                                                                        "Your tits..." he stared down, "they're voluptuous. No doubt that's the work of this traitor gentleman, unless you finally adapted to your fate as rape meat."                                Isa, perplexed, begins to tear up. The man who once held her at her weakest moments now addressed her viciously, and implied that Odin wasn't lying about his plans to traffick her.               
"How are you alive?" she squinted, studying him head to toe.                                                    He was thinner than before.                                                                                                              "Babygirl, it was all bulldust. Specially made armor and theatrics. Impeccable timing. I need you to understand-"                                                                                                                    "Why?", Isa interrupted. "What was so bad you would abandon your daughter? For weeks, your laughter lingered like a spirit in the shadows. I waited for your warmth. But time stretches, thick like fog, and I had to learn to build castles from silence. I was fucking kidnapped. Where 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 you?"                                                                                                                                                                                Odin had himself sat back on Mogget, watching the scenario unfold. 𝐻𝑒 had taken care of Isa like a father figure should. Watching the way this pair talked to each other made him scowl.
"You want truth, I understand. OK", he clambered down from the rocks. "Bartok elders had predicted war some time ago. I had not yet gone on my journey to retrieve the amulet. I knew then that I needed to disappear before the Thragg hoarde heard there was something worth looking for. But I was too late. They knew we knew."

"What is so important about this damn amulet? You're after it, Odin and I are after it. And for what?"

"Isa I had to alienate from you. I loved you, honestly, but I needed to make this easy."        Odin's eyes widened as he began to understand Gmork's intentions. He slowly sat up and descended from his pet beast.                                                                                          "Easy? This has been anything but easy. What the fuck are you guys looking at me like that for? Would someone answer my damn amulet question?" , she spews, hormones powering her rage. "Isa...", Odin warned in a growl.                                                                                                                                  '𝐸𝑎𝑠𝑦...' she said to herself, piecing together the clues. '𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡, ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.'

Her eyes dart from Odin, back to Gmork, then to Mogget.                                                    With a swift nod between Odin and Isa, they launched the coordinated assault, knowing their roles instinctively. Despite looking more frail than usual, Gmork was remarkably agile and was able to counteract many of their attacks. He was outnumbered, though, and this dance of chaos was not to last long. Fists met flesh, the atmosphere thickened with adrenaline.                                Odin earned another scar, this time on his forehead.                                                                "If I can't have that cursed talisman, no other shall!", Gmork yelled in one breath, launching his spear and injuring Mogget. Synchronously, Isa slapped him wide across the face. For that, she was pushed to the ground, Gmork stomping on and crushing her throat in a degrading final farewell. Odin was almost torn between aiding Mogget or saving Isa, but it appeared he had already lost one of them.                                                                                                                        He threw himself towards his opponent, yanking at his long grey braids. Isa gasped deeply. "Any last words before you're bushmeat?" Odin taunts savagely.                      "Wait." , Isa sputters, catching her breath still and managing to get herself upright. Odin rolls his eyes at his missed opportunity. She pulls her dagger from her boot, sticky blood begins trickling down her thigh. Standing over Gmork, she spits, "I am worth way more than whatever you may have sold me for. Goodbye, for all time." As she drove the dagger into his stomach, a tear littered her face.  Gmork's eyes and mouth remained open as he became still. The hot rocks blistered his skin.                                               

The air was thick with a sense of defeat as Odin finally sank to his knees, the weight of grief crashing down like a storm on the battlefield. His boar lay lifeless paces away, a once-mighty beast  reduced to a tragic reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. The bond they had now a gaping wound in his chest.  Consumed in his sorrow and feeling robbed of a piece of himself, he almost didn't notice the blood pouring from his partner's pussy.
Isa clutched her womb, her face a frosty shade of green, and etched with pain.
The blessing she barely got to acknowledge now twisted into something ominous as she felt stirrings of uncertainty. The witch's prophecy had brought her excitement, but now,  in the shadow of their loss, excitement wavered like a flickering candle in the wind.                   
As Odin rose, his grief setting like a shroud around his shoulders, he caught sight of Isa's strained expression, and a fierce protective instinct surged within him. He approached her, his heart torn between the mourning for Mogget and the growing realization of the peril they faced together. They had set out to hunt for the amulet, a powerful relic that could turn the tide of fate in their favor, but the journey would have to wait; there were more pressing matters at hand. “We must seek the witch,” she said, “She can help us. She saw our future—maybe she can guide us through this darkness.” Isa nodded, tears welling in her eyes as she held herself, struggling against the cramping pain threatening to take their child from her.
"Isa", Odin began, "I fear it's too late. You're bleeding already."
Tears streamed down her face, her hope of a baby draining.
"She is weeks gone. ", he continued,  "We cannot afford to go. Turning back puts us at risk. We will find shelter for a few days so I can care for you. "
At this point, wounded and irritated, Isa nearly blacked out. She could feel her face flushing and the lightening in her crotch. As pissed as she was that she hadn't gotten a chance to accept her pregnancy or even reveal it, she was incapable of dealing with her emotions right now.
"Fine. Okay, shut up. I'm coming." , she hisses.