<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The Orc peered out, looking at both chambers, and watching the two woman with a mixture of both satisfaction and frustration. <em>Choose</em>? The Orc had seen both long-eared sleeves and immediately wanted them both. It was a result of the Orc's desire to breed.. and all Orc's recognizing elves as the perfect mates. Of course, Balthus was a bit dense to remember that both their girls were Goddess' not evolves. Balthus only wanted to breed both the girls, make them surrender and quiver, until he came to a conclusion. Between the two. The girl with the swords, and the girl with the staff. The Orc would take the girl with the staff. Swords didn't scare the Orc; fights didn't phase him. But staves. The Orc had seen first hand what shamans could do. The stave was a weapon of magic and the Orc wouldn't take chances on magic.<br/><br/>The Orc made its way into the chamber with the Sorceress. Not realizing that the young woman was, in fact, a guard of the head Goddess. Nor did the Orc really care about that. All the Orc really cared about was that body of hers.. and that there was nothing the poor Sorcerers could really do to stop the Orc. Now the Orc might have been dense when it came to many things and that wasn't likely to change but when it came to the Orcs most natural instinct, <em>to breed</em>. The Orc remember what allowed him access to breed. What helped him get what he really wanted. Which was why the orc was able to materialize those chains from before. Those thick chains, chains that the Orc would use against those that needed to be dragged as slaves, shot out from the Orcs wrist just as the beast descended on her.<br/><br/>Both the Orcs hands finding their target, the target the Orc had noticed from the moment it laid eyes on her. One hand seeking out the Sorceresses tits while the other took a fistful of the magically inclined Goddess hair. The Orc waited, to see, how the voice would help. But it didn't notice anything.. and it soon forgot all about said help as those lovely tits were squashed into the Orc's grip.<br/><br/><strong>"Breed.."</strong> The Orc slurred the words as it's heavy hands actually lifted Lily off the ground in their excitement to paw at a womanly body again.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">                </span><br/><br/>Balthus chooses Sorceress Lily<br/>Balthus rolls: 1d20 Result: 11</span>