Attack of the Orcs (Patreon)

Tracking her hated ancestral enemies with her keen senses, Syndori entered Death Mountain. The air was still this day, the foul stench of orc bodily odors and droppings lingered. The she-elf wrinkled her nose. The savage bastards are holed up in the darkness of the mountains. That meant the orcs would begin raiding soon, raping and devouring whatever luckless humanoids that they could get their greasy green hands on.Then  she heard a subtle noise that was almost impossible to hear to all except elven ears. Syndori whirled around with an inhuman swiftness, her elven blade in her left hand. A headless orc body slumped to the ground. Then she heard a growl. "Kill the she-elf!"