Morgoth grabbed Duke by the shoulder and hurled him into a boulder exposed by the long erosion of the stream. Duke hung a moment against the rock before slumping still into the water with a splash. Morgoth turned on Sita Moon.
The fastest orc could dream in awe and never have the speed of the slowest elf, but an orc has stamina. An orc as big as Morgoth would need stamina like no other, and he would take her down with his axe the moment she turned to sprint. The forest would have provided cover to dash while the bulky orc needed time to circumvent or smash through the lumber between them. Morgoth pushed her into an open area where he could lunge at least his own length.
Sita Moon feinted left but the orc caught her with his free hand and lifted her off the ground. The Cthulhu Dagger wove around Morgoth, hacking at his wrists, but depleted and unable to pierce the armor. Morgoth squeezed Sita Moon’s torso hard enough to crush bone and smashed her against the rocks. Sita Moon arched her back in pain, but could do nothing else. Morgoth was on her in a moment with his full array of emboldened orcs and goblins. She did not last long as her body was hacked apart with bone and stone weapons, orcs and goblins squealing and bleating with glee.
Orcs are efficient in all things, and consume every bite of all they kill. There was not much left of Sita Moon's body to begin with. The orcs would need more meat. As they stomped off, only a bloody stain remained on the rocks of the world's youngest organism.
End.
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