Morka snarled loudly behind Bula and Pasho as the two sisters pounded after the kidnapper. Leshy's quick actions probably saved her life, but in the moment Morka didn't appreciatiate the jagged X's Leshy sliced into her neck. The orc's blood flowed clotted and sour out of her wounds with the venom.

Bula and Pasho gained on Slade, who was fighting the same rough terrain as they were and also hindered by the little girl, who stumbled and fought him every step of the way, shrieking and giving away his position. The two orcesses would have no trouble catching up, even as they had to scramble over huge roots and fight through dark vines and even more cobwebs. The woods around them became even gloomier, and up ahead the ruined shape of a decrepit old lodge lurked in the permanent twilight.

Slade felt the orcs closing in behind him and turned, throwing the little girl down into the roots of a tree. His body blurred, face elongating even as he growled, the sound changing from the aner of a man into the vicious snarl of a beast. Sandy-brown fur sprouted over his body and his limbs lengthened, muscles rippling to fill out a bit more and tearing through the already poor quality clothes he wore. [color=8dc73f]"Stay back!"[/color] he threatened through sharp wolflike fangs. [color=8dc73f]"Come closer and you'll kill her!"[/color] The Were had gained at least a foot, doglike ears poking out from under his hat. He was still thin and rangy-looking, not a wolf but not a dog either. There was a panicked, desperate look in his eye, the kind of look that Bula would recognize as a creature gearing himself up to fight to the bitter end.