Halae growled and her eyes blazed, literally assuming a faint glow as her rage moved the power within her to unconsciously manifest.  Both the orcs stepped back, no longer needed and not wishing to be in the angry spawn's way.<br/><br/>Halae swung her hammer at Lauralana's midsection, aiming for the vulnerable softness of her belly.  "Filthy elf," she hissed as she drew back and swung again landing another blow to the elf's gut.<br/><br/>As she hauled back for a third swing, she stopped and stepped closer, lifting one of the remaining nails up to press it to the underside of Lauralana's chin, pushing the tip into the soft skin until it broke and droplet of red began to slide down the length of crude metal.<br/><br/>"I am first among my father's daughters," she hissed, "I have walked unseen by you or your seers for years and born many strong spawn for him.  I have been honored to pleasure him and where it possible, I would bear the seeds he will plant in you.  I am Halae the Favored.  You will be nothing more than another field to bear his seeds.  Rare and precious soil, but nothing more.... NOTHING MORE!"<br/><br/>Then she threw the spikes and hammer side and spun to stalk towards the door.