"RAHHHHH!!"
Lorana let loose a massive battle cry as she charged across the field, towards the City of Whiterun. Prior to the present moment, tensions between the Imperial Legion and the Stormcloak Rebellion had reached a boiling point, leading Whiterun's Jarl, Balgruuf the Greater, to finally break his neutrality and let Legion troops garrison the city in response to a perceived Stormcloak threat. That threat became reality a short time later, when Stromcloak troops assaulted the city in a full-on attack. Now, the first few lines of Stormcloak troops had successfully broken through the perimeter, and the reinforcements - Lorana included - were joining in the fighting, which had broken out in the city.
Lorana and the rest of her squad charged into the city, where fighting between Stormcloaks and Imperials had broken out in the streets. All around, the crash of swords and armor could be heard along with the cries of a fierce battle. Though most civilians had evacuated, some Battle-Borns and Grey-Manes had joined in the fight as well, despite the danger. Magic flew threw the air as soldiers charged at each other in the streets, some with round, distended guts - the sign of having felled an opponent.
Indeed, many soldiers on both sides found themselves using vore fighting tactics to their advantage, and the weaker soldiers quickly found themselves in the churning stomachs of stronger ones. For some soldiers, victory meant not only surviving, but also a full belly. For others, losing meant not only death, but digesting whole and alive inside the belly of the other side's soldiers, aiding the war effort of the opposite side by becoming fat or muscle for an enemy soldier.
Of course, that was all in the long-term. In the short term, soldiers like Lorana were just trying to get their own kills while avoiding the hungry lips of other soldiers who might best them or catch them by surprise. All of this was running through Lorana's mind as she ran through the chaos, sword held high, searching for an enemy to fight, when...