Dream (Either one) - Suvila
No, you don't understand,
Suvila pushed her way through the mob of green-skinned orcs, her small, lithe body weaving around in the crowd, yet unable to find true passage through it. Everywhere she stepped, her way was blocked, forcing her to turn and try somewhere else.
This isn't right. This isn't honorable, she protested, but her voice was lost in the commotion as if she were shouting against a thunderstorm. A clamour of voices and stomping feet, weapons beat against each shields, against each other
You can't do this!. Her voice was lost in the crowd again, a moment before everything went silent. Her mouth opened to say it again, but no sound came out.
She couldn't see over the tops of anyone's heads, but she could hear. The sound of a worg entering the arena, followed by the sound of something being dragged clumsily behind it. The sound of a boot hitting bone, a sound of protest through clenched teeth
Stop struggling, coward. a lone orcish voice muttered, and the crowd dissolved into madness again. Taunting, jeering. The blade of a greataxe appeared, raised high in the air, its sharp edge gleaming in the sun.
It disappeared with one swift stroke and the silence came back.
The last thing she saw before she woke with a jolt was the axe lifting again, its blade wet with fresh, red blood