With a mighty roar of pain, the first of the female warriors was shot just above her left breast, her arms spreading up in the air exposing her chest even more. As her heavy body crashes with the ground, she lands on her back, her breathing rough and raspy, struggling to regain her strength, her exposed chest takes a final hit through her left nipple, the flint colliding with her heart. She roars a fragile shaky final cry as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her battle was with the enemy was finally over.
Your Ms Orc series goes a long towards explaining where all those half-orcs come from. You really have a good take on the female form. My previous comments about composition and dynamic posing still stands. This is good stuff.