Orc's battle cry

A woman in a lose tunic is leaning stiffly against a wall, lost in thought.

"If Fiachra's attacking both sides does that mean the Alliance is technically on the same side as HUYA?" Orla chewed her lip thoughtfully. She knew that sometimes a common enemy can unite the strongest of forces. . . but still. . . This was the self-made queen of traitors. . .  "No." She decides, steely eyed. "The enemy of my enemy is STILL MY ENEMY. I will simply have to destroy them both.  And Cosmos help them should they lay a finger on my comrades, my friends, my FAMILY."

She grabs at a golden brooch pinned to her clothes. The mouth on the it's demonic face springs open and a light fills the air.

"ORC'S MAW POWER MAKE UP!"

Sailor Orcus snatches her sword from out of no where.  It is much sharper than it was the last time she wore it. This is not a blade for ceremony; this is a blade for war. She studies it.

"The deepest pits of frozen hell are reserved for betrayers, you know..."

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Oh man I am so nervous about getting this done so early, but I started drawing AS SOON as the announcement went up!. (I'm a big loser and I'm never not online)
I've just got so much affection for this little lady. Orla of Orcus, professional badass. I'm not sure I've gone into her powers before, but they're ice and earth related, and she has a "frozen hell" Dante kind of thing going on.  She really loathes anyone she sees as traitors, and now Fiachra is like....a double traitor. 
(I really only have the vaguest idea how to sword. Why do I keep drawing characters with METAL props? UGH)