The blade pierced the orc’s skin just like butter. Kryn’s plate armor glistened under the scorching sun as he pulled his sword back. He turned towards Sia. “You doing alright?” Another volley of arrows flew from her delicately-sculpted bow, decimating the band of green-skinned fighters charging her. Corpses were piling up several meters away. None of her victims had made it close enough to swing their bulky axe anywhere near her. She didn’t even care to dignify the paladin’s superfluous question with a look towards him or even a grunt. She was enjoying this bloodbath. Yet, her impeccable composure did not betray how she really felt about the massacre she had provoked.