Heavy Metal

Rusty dropped from the final treetop like a falling leaf, his landing silent and fluid. The cool soil yielded beneath his feet as he moved along the edge of the orc camp. His hands had claws on the ends of his fingertips, but that didn't stop him from gripping a weapon. He drew a shortsword from his inventory, its blade forged from twilight steel. Moonlight shimmered along its surface as he advanced, soundless under the effect of Gleam's silencing spell.

"Let's go, Gleam. Stay hidden inside my armor."

" ( •̀ ᴗ •́ )و "

With the sentries down, it was time to clear the camp before anyone stirred. The monsters were exhausted, but they were not helpless. Gleam slipped into his elongated frame, and with her nestled inside, the silencing spell would remain steady around him.

Rusty entered the camp like a ghost floating through a thick fog. His visor pulsed with a low, dim light, casting a faint glow on the dirt beneath his metal feet. The first sleeping orc lay stretched beside a firepit, snoring with his arms flung wide, a crude axe resting just centimeters away. Rusty didn't hesitate. His blade sank deep into the creature's chest, silencing the breath before it could even shift. No scream. No sound. Only the faint crackle of fire and the whisper of steel on flesh.