Martha
New day, New work to be done, an Orc hunt specifically, She had stalked a Semi-large group of the intended band she was to obliterate. To the one who payed her a fine amount of coin and provided her with the details and as much information she could ask for.. This job was supposed to be easy since no heavy hitters were amongst this group, none of them were like Noctis. Barbarians is what they were and oblivious fools at that because to her this group was full of Dishonorable barbarians that would meet swift death by her Odachi..

When the time was right and everything fell into place, when all the pieces were in their places she would launch her Ambush! Activating Inversion field she would create a larger, circular radius around the orcs and the gravity would be strong enough to slow them down and even immobilize a few but for the most part they could still move more or less. It was only then that she initiated the second of three phases of her ambush...

Stormcaller's Roar, it was but a Simple breath type spell she had discovered and mastered herself but filling up her lungs with air and then her body with magical energy she would release a roar that was similar if not an exact replica of A dragons roar but not just any Roar so to speak, one that indiced fear and sounded exactly like the roar of the Dragon whose blood flows through her. It was as if the orcs had walked into a dragons territory as fear was quickly woven amongst them, but their fear was not without Awe as Clouds in the sky swirled and formed and Dark blue bolts of lightning came down and striked the strongest of the group, their lives over in an instant as the super-charged, magical lightning Burnt their skin and melted heir innards.. Those who Survived were hit by the after-shock or mini electrical explosions and either sent flying or worse, were directly impacted and paralyzed from the explosions.

If this was an ambush of multiple people which was supported by a dragon of some sorts they could u

Nderstand how and why they were to die but they felt confusion when all they was was one tall female Dragonborn in Yronic armor, yet their face would remain unseen as a Helm covered their head and a special face-mask covered her face, this was done of course to prevent retaliation and recognition of her facial features by any who might somehow survive this encounter with her.

Drawing her Long Odachi the Blade would Hum as the Red electircal energy coated the entirety of the blade and the edge of such a well-made weapon. Bear's-Grip is also another physical spell she enacted upon herself as to be able to hold onto her long Odachi, run at such a speed that was almost like a blur for those who had untrained eyes and to hold onto both her Nodachi and Katana, both of which were tightly bound to her left side and on her hip. 

The few that could pull out their weapons were swiftly killed, one was split in half, the other? She cut right through his weapon and armor like a hit knife through butter, it was only then she inspected her weapon before slashing it through the air to clean the blood off her weapon. She showed No mercy and subconciously took pleasure in letting her weapon taste the blood of the orcs. By this time both the lightning and gravity had long since faded and more had gotten up..

Sheathing her blade she would try something new, she would have the lightning within her breath flow through her hands and into the weapon and essentially charge such a thing and she would rush yet another orc, releasing the charge and having the hilt hit the orc in the chin before flying into the air only for her to quickly catch the weapon and in a flash of spec dice the same orc into a few pieces before landing upon her feet and sheathing her Odachi.

"None of them or Worthy of him, Nodachi it is to finish of the rest." She would say, drawing her Nodachi as she slowly headed to an orc on the ground.

"I'll end you all quick so your suffering can end." She would say...
Katina
*Lestos was not a realm forgiving to foreigners, it was part of the reason so few other than the orcs would choose to even step foot here, much less live in it. Black volcanic rock and jagged mountain claed at the dark billowing clouds above. Very few were aware the clouds were a mix of storm clouds and ashes from the ever erupting volcanoes of the land. When it rained it would be deadly not just from the highly acidic acid rain that killed any plants that attempted to settle in the volcanic wastes. But the toxic fumes that would come when it met with the lava that oozed out of any crack it could. For the orcs it was home, but to most it was a hellish nightmare that would grind away those unadapted to the harshness. Saurek was in pursuit of an unknown assailant in the realms that was slaughtering his innocent people. His inital instinct was a potential breach in the walls the barbarians had managed to come through. But when word was sent the barbarians had not even mobilized much less attacked the walls he knew it was someone either from within. A powerful person or group at play and he took it upon himself to crush whatever upstart dared to attack his people.* 

*Sitting atop a warhorse plated in heavy metal, native to the lands as it had specifically been bred to deal with the terrain. Saurek's fiery orange gaze scanned the horizon when he heard the first sounds of battle in the distance. A flash of something white and a distant roar, the sounds of battle indicated to him his tracking skills had not waned and he had guessed correctly using the very limited information avaliable to him. Spurring his massive steeds side he galloped to face whatever was fighting up ahead. Even from the distance his own unnatural senses told him to not be brazen, this was not an individual worth talking to. More likely a beast to be put down and mounted as a trophy on his wall.*

*As the Archduke approached the scene of battle he gripped the reigns tighter halting the steed just beyond the rocky hill. Clambering from his mount he removed his Warhammer from his back glowing a slight blue in the middle as he approached to look over the hill at the battle below. There he saw the ruins of an orc envoy, they were no barbarians despite the look, a simple hunter group securing the area from the monsters that would seek to otherwise assail the nearby cities. It was there he looked down to see a sight he never otherwise would have expected in his lands. A dragonborn, if the large figure was not cutting down orcs he may have found himself entranced in awe. Despite his role and importance he was a younger orc, the only dragonborn he had seen were pictures in the ancient books he read from distant lands. His orc kin stood little to no chance as the figure devastated the battlefield. They were a proud warrior people, but there was little anyone could do against raw magic. No blade, arrow, or axe would ever match the sheer destructiveness of magic and it was on display Infront of him.* 

*Standing up he saw an orc on the grounded, injured and vulnerable and he knew he had to act fast if he was to deal with this individual. Before she could reach them a wall of rock would burst from the ground to block her path before rushing to slam into her. Saurek did not call out or even attempt to stop simply leaping into action as he readied his hammer as he leapt into the air. Notably despite his own immense size and the heavy plated armor his strength was on display as it appeared he had little difficulty in moving. As he was somewhat above her he came down intending to slam the Warhammer down on her, something that no doubt would do severe damage if it connected coming from a weapon meant to shatter armor and bodies alike.*
Martha
When the Wall of rock bursts from the ground to block her path only to try and slam into her, the magic link itself would be not cut but overshadowed as she lept backwards, landing on her feet, it was only because of her sharp reflexes that she was able to launch her body backwards to indirectly avoid the Warhammer, once more landing upon her feet she would smirk under her battle mask. For the features that could be seen, She was tall and obviously female if one could not tell by the breast indentations in her Armor, the armor itself being of a Sapphire color with various etchings and spiked ridges that ended with finite gold trim. Adorned on the center of her armor was a Design, ne that looked like the moon and a sword-grave, one soaked in blood and the moon itself was soaked in blood but that was just art right? Correct that was just art but that's not to account for the blood of the orcs she had killed today and in days time as she endlessly hunted them for the last week or so.

The nature of the place did not effect her, no it did not, the blood within her body would not be affected by the harshness of the land nor would the accidic rain be able to eat away at her scales or her Odachi and armor due to what it was made from but the same could not be said for her other equipment. 

Putting away her Nodachi she immediately recognized this Orc, yes she could smell him and tell that he was indeed and orc, that he was a threat that she needed to either put down or force into submission and if she was to be defeated her she would go down with him in the sense that she would bring him with him because if she did not he would cause chaos amongst the people who hired her and she couldn't have that.

Standing in her place, In such a desolate place she would draw her Long Odachi and prepare for death because of the metaphorical mountains she has climbed she has been given nothing back. Truth behind her contractors words remains unspeaking and so for now, the only thing she

Knows for real is that she must shed Orc blood. Gripping onto her Odachi's hilt she would utilize dragons might and Fleetfoot-stride to increase her strength, resiliance and speed, She must be faster than she was with Noctis, she could afford no mistakes here. Spiting herself for this she would tap into her instincts and see the blood that must be shed here and she would launch herself towards him; Quickly drawing her blade she would go for an upwards slash wich was trailed by a downwards strike, this movement if it connected with his armor would cut through it with a hum, if either of the strikes connected with his weapon a shwave of Crimson energy would occur. At the conclusion of it all she would leap back and repeat this maneuver from multiple directions in the hope she could draw him out for a counter as that is what her style specialized in, punishing those who counter her, though with the end goal of killing the opponent instead of simply ending them.

If all fails she would launch herself back to maintain some distance, speaking in common she would taunt him to see just how intelligent this orc was.

"Yes.. Now I see, You deny your weapon and magic it's purpose, Your hammer seeks to bathe in the blood of your enemies yet you Deny it, Now then Orc, Show me a good time." Changing her stance with her Odachi in hand a Static mist would begin to emerge and fall to the ground, it was dark blue in color but the mist itself had sparks within it and it quickly leaked from her mouth. She was preparing the coat their place of battle in a Electrifying Mist that has a massive surge of electricity within it. She knew not if she would win or loose but.. She gave it her all...
Katina
*With Saureks focus shifted from maintaining the rock wall to striking with his hammer the wall crumbled into a mound of rubble the clacking of rocks the only sound for a moment. He was slightly surprised to see the speed in which she moved for her size. An impressive display of a warrior's keen instincts for battle that even he held a small sliver of respect for. His hammer crashed into the earth shattering the rock and causing the ground to tremble and splinter from the force as he stood back up to observe his adversary. He was not one to be distracted or underestimate an opponent regardless of their gender, strength, or age. After all he had seen old orc women flip and break arms of young orc men and in this world strength was far more variable than could be readily accounted for. The female dragonborns armor itself was quite intriguing to look at, in other circumstances he may have marveled at the craftsmanship and what the various symbology represented or what it meants.* 

*He paused for a moment to study his opponent for a moment trying to decipher her next move and plan his move accordingly. Saurek was dressed in a very distinct dark armor black armor, a red amulet embedded into the chest piece. It was finely detailed with gold trims and spikes that despite seeming to be decorative glinted with sharpened edges, his armor itself was a functional weapon. No ordinary orc would have possessed such a finely detailed yet practical set of armor so his social standing and significance were on display. Yet every warrior possessed a keen mind for those of likewise quality, he wore no helmet to hide his tattooed face, not did he hide his burning eyes. Hardened and scornful as he gazed at her exuding an aura of an indomitable spirt he certainly had more gall than the orcs she had so easily slaughtered just moments ago.*

*Saurek looked at home, amongst the bloodied corpses, erupting volcanoes in the distance, and dark clouds he gave a sense of purpose. He took not of that look in her eyes, spirit was admirable but was not a worthy testament to whether an adversary would truly be a worth opponent. The back of his mind hummed in an excitement, a potential opponent that was better suited to try and endure his might. As he noted her apparent change in physicality he responded in kind. Whether or not he realized it or not his body responded in kind always ready for a fight he was made for. His weapon was not made for fast paced fighting, taking defensively he let go of part of his hammer and moved away from the upwards slash but as he parried her downwards strike a crimson and blue energy bursted as the two weapons connected. He was lucky, should he have gone on the offensive at that moment he had no doubt she would have been able to land a strike.* 

*As she sped up he moved unnaturally fast, but his strength was in his physical might not in his speed and it became increasingly aware she was on course to outpace him. As Saurek turned a strike landed partially cleaving into his armor narrowly avoiding slicing his back. Turning he moved at the same speed before unexpectedly shifting foot and swinging his hammer around the opposite direction. One good hit was all he needed to inflict serious harm, but he needed to ensure he himself was not overwhelmed by the faster dragonborn. It was a very obvious case of strength versus speed as then two individuals clashed. Saurek turned to look at her a eerie silence as he stopped to acknowledge what she said.* "I need not waste on a flickering ember that is yet to be extinguished. Let us continue, I came to fight not waste my words on a dead man."

*With a note of finality he shoved himself off the ground and towards her swinging with practiced precision his eyes still fiery. As the hammer swung he attempted to surprise her with a blast of flames immediately after the attempter hammer strike. Saurek did not know what the mist was capable of but he knew it was to be dealt with immediately and he was not so foolish as to run headfirst into it without engaging his own magic.*