When they had planned the ambush, it had been six against seven. With the element of surprise and each member's abilities, it should have been manageable… perhaps even simple. They were supposed to dictate the flow of battle.
But now the tables had turned. An unexpected outside interference had destroyed their initiative, leaving Eleanor under relentless assault. The orcs had seized control, and she was forced onto the defensive, reacting to every swing of their weapons rather than directing the fight.
And yet, she held on. She had prepared herself for the possibility of chaos, and her bloodline power kept her standing against the onslaught.
Still, the orcs were far stronger than she had anticipated… faster, tougher, and heavily armed. When the enraged one-eyed brute charged her again, its axe cleaving the air, she could only dodge desperately, blows raining from every side.
The situation was slipping beyond her grasp.
