The Orc struggled as the garrotte tightened around its neck, trying to grab it, twisting its body so much that Leron had a problem retaining his grip. But for the moment he did and unless there was an outside interference the Orc’s end was inevitable.<br/><br/>The other Orc looked up from the floor at the snarling woman above it. Then with all the courage and steadfastness that its race where known for. “Mistress don’t hurt me.”<br/>