The scout's return brought everyone to attention. "ORCS ADVANCING! TO STATIONS, EVERYONE!" All around the camp, soldiers moved as a well-oiled machine, readying their weapons, preparing the ballistae, and covering the perimeter to ensure no orc could sneak into the heart of the camp without a fight. The air was tense as they anticipated the upcoming battle. Some were afraid, but even more felt a sense of excitement, of justice, even of bloodlust. These godless barbarians had plagued civilization for too long, and now it was time to get revenge for all the destruction they had wrought upon humankind. They gripped their weapons tight, waiting with bated breath for the orc's warband to come into view of their archers and ballistae... But none seemed to come. From up high in the lookout's post, some strange information was quickly relayed. "There appears to be only one orc warrior approaching. They're armed, but completely alone." A wave of confusion and worry ran through the camp. Had they readied for nothing? Was it a false alarm? Was the rest of the warband hidden from view by some dark magic? Was this a diplomatic envoy? What was going on? Quickly, before the confusion could waver the resolve of too many soldiers, the general sent out orders to stand ground and stay on guard. "Whatever these bastards have planned, it's all the same to us. They're advancing on our position, and we're going to drive them back! It matters not if there's one orc or a thousand, we will not let a single one through! Hold the line, men, and do your duty to humankind!" And with those inspiring words, the soldiers prepared to destroy this singular orc, no matter what tricks they tried to pull...

The orc approached, and it was clear they were no envoy. They were a female orc, tall and muscular, as most orcs were. She carried a large throwing axe, and had several more axeblades strapped to her arms as armor and spare weaponry. No other armor seemed to adorn her, save for a thick leather gorget and bejeweled necklace, a deep blue gem glimmering in the sun. She was intimidating, to be sure... But she was still only one orc. Hardly a threat to a war camp at its full strength. And yet, as she approached, some of the soldiers found themselves wavering slightly... She seemed so confident, so assured of her own victory despite the numbers... And they couldn't help but feel terror swirling up from deep inside with every step she took closer to them... A terror that made even their strongest hesitate... No arrows or bolts were fired as she walked up to the camp... But there was no need, of course, she would fall in melee combat soon enough... No need to waste ammunition, yes...

The orc stood before a war camp of humans, completely unafraid, and walked up to the closest soldier. He stared up at her, his sword within an inch of her chest, and all he had to do was thrust it forward... But he found himself unable to. Terror filled  his body, swirling up from deep within, a sensation he had never felt like this before. A paralyzing chill spread through his veins, every part of his body locked in a state of fearful stillness. His mind began to slow, growing unable to think as the swirling terror inside his veins grew stronger and stronger. He stared up at her, a blank expression of fear on his face, and she smirked. She spoke, her deep rumbling voice spreading that paralyzing terror as it echoed around the camp. "Bring me to your leader." The soldier felt her voice press down on him like an anvil. There was no way in hell he'd take orders from an orc... He should just stab her... But he couldn't... He was too terrified to move... And as her voice filled his head, he realized he was too terrified to disobey her. Trembling, he dropped his blade and began leading the orc to the general, past the battalion of soldiers staring in blank terror at the orc effortlessly walking through their camp... Not a single one able to will themselves to move...

As the orc reached the general's tent, she looked down at the terrified soldier who had obediently led her to them. Placing her palm on his forehead, she shoved him away, his body collapsing motionless on the ground. Smirking, she made her preparations and entered the tent. The general and his personal guard seemed quite shocked to see her in there, especially without a single drop of blood on her body. "What trickery is this?! What have you done to my men?!" The general spat. The orc merely snorted. "They knew they stood no chance. And so they didn't try." The general glared balefully at her. "Perhaps I need to be harsher in my training then! To beat the idea of strength in numbers into their heads! But no matter! I am a man of far more bravery and resolve than my entire battalion, and I shall never back down!" The orc smiled. "Then you shall duel me." The general almost flinched at her unyielding confidence, but drew his blade nonetheless. "Alright, I shall! Prepare to feel the might of human civilization, you savage beast!" He rushed forward, and their weapons clashed.

Bound by the honor of the duel, the general's personal guard could do nothing but watch in fear. The general, for all his pompousness and ego, was an incredibly accomplished swordsman, yet his opponent far outshone him. She moved with surprising grace and fluidity for her large, muscular form, easily dodging his strikes and parrying them with the axeblades on her arms. Her own attacks were slower than his, but even the few swordstrikes that landed hardly seemed to bother her. And soon, with one well-placed chop, the duel was over. The general lay on the ground, an inch from death, as the orc stood proudly over him. "I win." The general's personal guard watched as she stepped over him and walked to the back of the room, where his seat stood at the head of the war table. She sat down and surveyed the room. "I defeated your leader. Kneel for me."

The orc's voice echoed throughout the room. One member of the guard felt her knees weaken, a strange dizziness overtaking her body. She stabbed her spear into the ground and held onto it with all her might, as if it was the only thing anchoring her to the earth. It seemed like something was pulling her down, forcing her to her knees, forcing her to... Kneel... Gritting her teeth and screwing shut her eyes, she tried as hard as she could to will herself to stand up, to resist this bizarre force pulling her down, down, down... It was as if she was trying to fight a whirlpool, or a cyclone, but she would not falter! She was not going to kneel, even if the world itself tried to pull her down! And soon... the dizziness started to subside. Panting in exhaustion, she opened her eyes, grinning in defiance. But the orc didn't seem bothered at all. She seemed... Impressed, almost. And as the guard clasped onto her spear, she noticed one of her fellow guards... Kneeling. 

The guard stumbled over to her compatriot. "What are... *pant* you doing?! Stand up...! *pant* do not kneel for... *pant* her!" Her compatriot responded, but his voice was quiet and flat. "She defeated our leader. We must swear fealty to her." She shook him. "No! Snap out of it, we... *pant* we..." She looked around, and saw, to her horror, the rest of the general's personal guard silently kneeling as well. Their expressions were completely blank, a strange red sheen in their eyes. As she looked at them, terrified, the orc spoke again. "I'm impressed. Not many have resisted me once I became their leader." The guard turned to her, eyes blazing. "Became our leader?! You... *pant* have done no such thing!" The orc smirked. "I defeated your leader. I have proven my might. And so I am the leader. It is the way things are." The orc's voice seemed to stick in the guard's head as she talked. The things she said... It was completely unlike anything the guard believed, and yet... It somehow felt so natural to her. It was simply the way things were. She felt herself lowering to the ground again, to swear fealty to her new leader... But she resisted again. "*pant* I will... *pant* never kneel...!" The orc smiled. "You will. You just need to understand I am your leader." 

The orc stood up and walked towards the guard. The guard gripped her spear as tight as she could, preparing to parry whatever attack the orc launched... And was completely caught off guard when the orc just reached out and gently grasped her shoulder. "Shhhh... Everything is okay. I am a good leader. Now stare." The guard tried to pull away, to struggle, to do anything... But she found her gaze pulled to the orc's eyes. They were a deep, beautiful red, a color not like blood but of something far more lovely... The orc's gaze was intense and unyielding, and the guard could not tear her eyes away. It felt like she was being pulled into them... Pulled into the deep, intense sea of red... It felt impossible to resist the pull, and yet it was calming. Relaxing. Everything grew fuzzy, except for the orc's lovely red eyes, which only became more intense with every second. The guard felt her body relax, all the anger and indignation she had felt slowly fading away... It became difficult to even form a thought, as all that existed was the intense, lovely red of the orc's eyes... She was being lowered, down, down, down to the ground... And as soon as she felt her knees touch the ground, she felt something click in her mind. The orc was her leader. It was the way things were. And it felt nice to realize that. 

The orc purposefully closed her eyes, and the guard felt her thoughts return. The feeling of blank relaxation, however, persisted. The orc smiled kindly down at her, and she happily returned it. "I like you. Not many resist so hard. And you seem nice and honorable. Unlike the rest here." She gently caressed the guard's cheek. The guard blushed, chuckling softly. As she knelt there, enjoying the feeling of her knees on the ground, she realized how beautiful the orc was. It wasn't something one noticed in the heat of battle, but the orc was very lovely, and her heart was beginning to flutter as she looked up at such a muscular, powerful lady. Perhaps it was just the orc's eyes making her feel this, but it didn't matter too much. She enjoyed being caressed so gently, and she enjoyed looking at her. It felt like any love she had ever felt before.

The orc gently raised the guard to her feet, smiling at the resulting blush. "Perhaps I will make you my wife. But that is for later. For now I must focus." She led the happily blushing guard out into the camp, where the rest of the army stood in a daze. Many still had a slight look of terror on their faces, but the ones closest to the tent were kneeling with blank expressions. The orc smiled. "I hope I can convince humans to stop fighting us. I have united the orcs under peace already. I wish for the humans to accept peace as well." The guard frowned, as much as she could with a look of blissful blankness on her face. "The other humans... dislike orcs far too much. They think of you as savage monsters stopping the spread of civilization. I don't know if they'll ever accept peace." The orc sighed. "I know. But I can try. I must use the powers I have. I can be the one to finally stop this." The guard smiled, leaning her helmeted head on the beautiful orc's muscular shoulder. "That sounds very nice..." She had always felt her kingdom was far too hostile towards the orcs. This war had always felt so pointless to her, deep down. Perhaps, under the orc's leadership, it would finally cease. And then... She would possibly become a wife to her. That sounded nice.