Lair of the Famine Beasts

Gil was prepared to charge forward and rescue both Aranea and Firlua, but the emergence of even more silk worms stopped him. "So this is how it's got to be. I was trying to reserve this for later..." Gil sighed and made a conscious effort to loosen his muscles, releasing all the tension that had begun to build since Regan disappeared. He steadied his breathing and entered into a meditative trance, drawing out his senses to their fullest capabilities. It was a harrowing process to execute in the middle of a populated battlefield, but he had no choice. If he was going to have any chance of rescuing everyone, the time was now or never.



He closed his eyes and saw only the battlefield ahead and the enemies before him. Naught existed but the battle and the blood of his foes as he charged forth with blade in hand. He also drew his short sword, brandishing it in his left hand to double his killing potential. The first worm leapt at him only to meet thin air as he ducked and drove his longsword upward through the bottom of its jaw. Gil then slit its throat and kicked the beast away with a powerful kick, sending its corpse barreling toward another of its brethren.



Steel flashed under the sun overhead, his form already upon the next worm to decapitate with an X shaped strike from his blades. He then knocked the corpse to the left with an elbow to block a wad of silk aimed at his torso, moving and operating on pure instinct. The slaughter continued with the next worm's maw being ravaged by two sword slashes, flesh and bone flying across the battlefield as they were decimated by this mere human. His body moved without thought, guided only by purpose and the presence of his enemies.

A swift combination of slashes diced another worm to ribbons though he was still too far to rescue the pair of witches. Their thick legs disappeared into the maw of the Greater Worm, voluptuous bodies forming a shapely bulge that already sizzled with the threat of digestion. Gil retained just enough surface thought to make a beeline for the beast at this point, short sword aimed at its throat before it might try to retreat underground.

The worms were torn apart easily by the armored outsider, such tactics used by the Elder Silk Worm were of no match for the cunning and flexibility of a human, especially of the well seasoned warrior Gil was. Even so, he would watch as the beast mindlessly continued to swallow down the red heads, their thick, shapely legs kicking feverishly as the beast's neck went vertical and the dancing legs slipped down the beast's gullet and out of sight with a wet, glorp...

More worms appeared, to stall him, as it decided to slink back to the darkness to enjoy its double meal sliding down into its acid pouch! Gil quickly dispatched these fiends before suddenly a flash of glowing orange appeared before him! It would have reminded him of Ravena the Chaos dragoness' eyes, but it wasn't the same. It was like the faint glow of a dying bon fire, or a cursed lantern across her entire body as 'Volga' arrived and clashed her scythe blade against Gil's sword!

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She cut him off, letting the large black worm slither further away as she gave Gil a silent glare. Her only exposed eye seemed soulless, yet slightly malicious as it bore into his helmet. She wished to put that helmet under her boot... and squash it.

She was a tall woman, and without her stiletto heel greeves she'd easily be as tall as Gil himself. As mentioned, her armor glowed in various spots like multiple amber bon fires or torches. The armor was coal black, tipped with silver in spots. One could easily see the shape of a human female with her exposed thighs, hips and ass; a black platemail leotard thong adorned her nether regions. Her thick thighs were clad in black metal thigh boots, a tattered red cape hung from her pauldrons. A demonic looking helm adorned her head, and obscured her face completely save her right eye. A pair of massive horns jutted out from the sides of said helm. On her back, was a removable black ring that looked bladed. Her right hand grasped a massive and feral looking scythe with a gleaming steel blade... and she now lifted what looked like a lantern in her left hand, carrying the dying embers of what resembled his bonfire... it levitated in her palm almost like she was handing it to him... before she affixed it to her lower back, illuminating the curves of her plush rump before the cape fell back over it.

She silently raises the scythe now, and points it at Gil, as the worm slithers away in the darkness!

All the while three more of those grubs appeared... but they didn't target this silent knight, but seemed to follow her command...!

Aranea squirmed against Firlua as her struggles were overpowered and the worm continued to have its way with their bound bodies! Crap...! I... can't fucking, hold it back...!!! Internally screamed the elven woman, who kicked alongside the human redhead whose body was rubbing close to Aranea's. She kicked and pedalled her legs as their bodies went vertical, Firlua screaming against Aranea's breasts as the woman began to shiver with fear.

Aranea was powerful, one of the most deadly protectors of the village. It was penance for her crimes outside the village, where centuries before she used to be something of a 'menace to society'. When shit hit the fan? Lavanya took her in where other places attempted to sell her off to authorities or the Hazorian Crusading Executioner fuckers. Well, one of her reasons for her criminal sprees was due to her need to feed off humans thanks to her half succubi body. That meant through stealing souls or literally eating people. She could go without it for a while, but she'd deteriorate faster and wouldn't be able to regenerate easily. Specifically, acid damage. Due to some curse, she was more susceptible to damage to acid attacks and damage, which is offset if she's fed. However, as mentioned before... she hadn't. She had actually prepared a ceremony to summon a morsel from another dimension to devour, but... everything went to shit. Shit... I had a good run huh? She thought despairingly, before driving her bladed heels into the interior of the squishy worm as she and Firlua were sent deeper into the belly of the beast! Tearing the insides as she was swallowed down, Aranea made a grim, but defiant face in her bound state! If I'm going to die... I'll take it out with me!! She positioned herself now, thanks to her free arms, so she'd enter the belly first, much to Firlua's surprise! She closed her eyes, seemingly smiling as the pink haired dark elf vanished through a sphincter before Firlua, who used her legs to try and keep the belly sphincter shut! Firlua still technically in the throat, still wrapped up in silk squirmed as muffled screams from Ara within the belly could be heard!

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It was like melting... well, it was. She was. MELTING! Aranea winced as her back hit a standing pool of acidic bile as she used her sinfully shapely legs to seal off the stomach, to give Firlua some extra time. While gagged, Ara continued to scream as her body sizzled thanks to her weakened state, her mind on her sister's and comrades. Shit Firlua... I hope I can... buy you more time! She mentally cried, and physically began to tear up as the pain became intense by the minute she remained in the stomach alone!!

Random Mobs wrote:The worms were torn apart easily by the armored outsider, such tactics used by the Elder Silk Worm were of no match for the cunning and flexibility of a human, especially of the well seasoned warrior Gil was. Even so, he would watch as the beast mindlessly continued to swallow down the red heads, their thick, shapely legs kicking feverishly as the beast's neck went vertical and the dancing legs slipped down the beast's gullet and out of sight with a wet, glorp...

More worms appeared, to stall him, as it decided to slink back to the darkness to enjoy its double meal sliding down into its acid pouch! Gil quickly dispatched these fiends before suddenly a flash of glowing orange appeared before him! It would have reminded him of Ravena the Chaos dragoness' eyes, but it wasn't the same. It was like the faint glow of a dying bon fire, or a cursed lantern across her entire body as 'Volga' arrived and clashed her scythe blade against Gil's sword!

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She cut him off, letting the large black worm slither further away as she gave Gil a silent glare. Her only exposed eye seemed soulless, yet slightly malicious as it bore into his helmet. She wished to put that helmet under her boot... and squash it.

She was a tall woman, and without her stiletto heel greeves she'd easily be as tall as Gil himself. As mentioned, her armor glowed in various spots like multiple amber bon fires or torches. The armor was coal black, tipped with silver in spots. One could easily see the shape of a human female with her exposed thighs, hips and ass; a black platemail leotard thong adorned her nether regions. Her thick thighs were clad in black metal thigh boots, a tattered red cape hung from her pauldrons. A demonic looking helm adorned her head, and obscured her face completely save her right eye. A pair of massive horns jutted out from the sides of said helm. On her back, was a removable black ring that looked bladed. Her right hand grasped a massive and feral looking scythe with a gleaming steel blade... and she now lifted what looked like a lantern in her left hand, carrying the dying embers of what resembled his bonfire... it levitated in her palm almost like she was handing it to him... before she affixed it to her lower back, illuminating the curves of her plush rump before the cape fell back over it.

She silently raises the scythe now, and points it at Gil, as the worm slithers away in the darkness!

All the while three more of those grubs appeared... but they didn't target this silent knight, but seemed to follow her command...!

Even guided by his Instinct, Gil was going to need more firepower in order to combat this new arrival. He consciously dropped his Instinct and felt the strain hit immediately, but it wasn't as severe as in the past due to the short time he'd maintained. Seem to be getting better at that. He sheathed his longsword and lowered his hands to his sides, seemingly going completely unarmed for the next part of the battle.

Or so it seemed until both of Gil's hands began enwreathed in flames, burning with an orange blaze that signaled his strategy. "Looks like it's time to heat things up." He muttered under his breath, the one visible eye of his opponent watching intently. Gil spoke a short chant that created the silhouette of a blade in his right hand composed entirely of flame, consuming the blaze that surrounded his fist. The flames then materialized into a silver blade with the head of a wolf emblazoned at the center of the crossguard. With a simple command word, flames then smoldered along the blade of his newest armament.



Gil then opened his left fist to reveal a flame dancing in the palm of his hand, the catalyst to be used to channel his pyromancer. An imaged of a bonfire and skulls flickered through Gil's mind as he stood before his foes, a grim reminder of everything that was at stake. An intense anger began to bubble deep in the warrior's belly, spreading throughout his body and igniting the flames ever hotter in his hand and along his blade.



An explosive footstep propelled Gil toward his target a moment later, sword tip aimed for the midsection of the armored woman. She swiftly raised her scythe to intercept his blade only to discover it was a feint as he lowered his sword and reached out with his left hand, grabbing the middle of the scythe's handle. "Combust!" He spoke and unleashed one of the simple yet effective pyromancies in his arsenal. An explosion of flame and heat erupted from the palm of his left hand, scorching both her weapon and torso all at once. The blast inflicted little if no damage but served its intended purpose by throwing her off balance.

The opposing fighter was skilled but weighed down by her heavy armor, almost as if it had been forced upon her. She wasn't without cunning however, pivoting on her heel to arc her scythe around in a wide circle that threatened to bisect Gil at the waist. He was forced to raise his flaming sword and catch the weapon between its shaft at the blade, moving in tandem with his foe's momentum. The unexpected tactic caused the armored warrior's right foot to lift involuntarily off the ground, allowing Gil to reach out and grab her left shoulder with his own corresponding hand.

He executed the equivalent of a shoulder toss by throwing the woman over the top of them, sending her flying and rendering her vulnerable. "Now! Burn to Cinders and be at rest. Great Chaos Fireball!" Gil recanted the name of one of his powerful pyromancies, summoning a massive orb of red flame and magma in his left hand. He planted his feet and chucked the fire orb at his enemy with full force, sending it hurtling at her exposed torso.

A huge explosion engulfed her entire body and globs of magma dripped to the ground, scorching several silk worms that had been stupid enough to remain nearby. Volga may have been strong enough to survive the attack, but he had other matters to concern himself with. The magma and residual flames would keep her occupied for a time at least as he then rushed toward the Elder Worm, cutting down another two smaller specimens with a stroke of his blade.

Speed enhanced by channeling flames into his feet, Gil through a final pair of smaller worms before reaching the one that had devoured Aranea and Firlua. He could sense Firlau was still in decent health, but Aranea's vitality was fading quickly. "I hope this is enough!" Gil shouted as he leapt into the air, fire exploding from his feet and launching him high in the air. He then brought the roaring flame of his blade down into the neck of the beast, cleaving it in half with expert aim. The portions of the body that came into contact with the flames burned to ash as Gil dispelled his flames for the moment and reached into the now exposed gut. There he was able to find Aranea's barely moving feet and pull her to safety, lifting the dark elf into a bridal carry out of the stomach acid. Firlua emerged from the other half relatively unscathed yet alarmed as they were still surrounded!

BastionCon wrote:A huge explosion engulfed her entire body and globs of magma dripped to the ground, scorching several silk worms that had been stupid enough to remain nearby. Volga may have been strong enough to survive the attack, but he had other matters to concern himself with. The magma and residual flames would keep her occupied for a time at least as he then rushed toward the Elder Worm, cutting down another two smaller specimens with a stroke of his blade.

Speed enhanced by channeling flames into his feet, Gil through a final pair of smaller worms before reaching the one that had devoured Aranea and Firlua. He could sense Firlau was still in decent health, but Aranea's vitality was fading quickly. "I hope this is enough!" Gil shouted as he leapt into the air, fire exploding from his feet and launching him high in the air. He then brought the roaring flame of his blade down into the neck of the beast, cleaving it in half with expert aim. The portions of the body that came into contact with the flames burned to ash as Gil dispelled his flames for the moment and reached into the now exposed gut. There he was able to find Aranea's barely moving feet and pull her to safety, lifting the dark elf into a bridal carry out of the stomach acid. Firlua emerged from the other half relatively unscathed yet alarmed as they were still surrounded!

"Ara....pwah, ARANEA!" Firlua screamed as she emerged from the slimy confines of the worm! She was dripping with slime and sloshing silk as she stumbled out of the corpse and wiped her eyes free of slime. She was still in shock how Ara had put herself before Firlua in the belly! She had assumed the woman with all her darkness and seeming lack of care would have sacrificed the human witch before herself! I was wrong about her...! She noted as she noticed now the burning fires, corpses of worms and the armored man now carrying the sizzling Aranea in his arms. "Aranea!!"

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Aranea's dark yet pale body was warm to the touch, slimy and steaming as if she had been boiled alive. She was yet whole, and what little acid damage had eaten away skin and exposed bone began to slowly heal now she was free of the stomach's chamber. Her right hand, the fingers having been skeletal on the palm side were now flesh again. Her neck with sever burns began to fade back to pale yet dark flesh. She weakly opened her eyes half a slither, glowing green orbs lighting up the underside of the armored warrior's helm as she blinked and moved her quivering lips. I'm... alive?

She could hear Firlua screaming for her, though muffled, and then sensed a growing number of those grubs surrounding them. "Unnn..." She moaned, almost erotic as she turned her body into Gil's chest; her slimy large bosom flattening against his metal chest plate. The cool touch of metal felt nicer than the acidity of the stomach; her plush thighs sank into his grip in his other hand as she leaned over his shoulder and swung out her arm.

"Ydoolb raeps"

It was a weird dialect escaping Ara's plush lips, a male and female voice speaking as one. Her eyes becoming entirely black as she reached out with her left hand and widened her palm. An arcane symbol glowed brightly in her flesh as her veins became black, and the blood of their enemies cut down shot out to skewer the remaining enemies that had encircled them! She had combined, multiplied and solidified the iron in the blood of the fallen to create needle like spears that skewered the worms surrounding them like thorns of a briar. The spears of blood glowed with intense heat as if they had been in a forge before becoming quenched by the blood of the newly deceased; which held them in place as they hissed and died on the briar patch of iron spikes!

"Uhhh...." Aranea moaned again, her voice back to normal, eyes glowing green as she fell limp in Gill's arms, cozying up in them given how lovely it was to feel the cool metal of his armor upon her sore flesh.

Successful Gil may have been in culling the worms, in rescuing the pair of witches; and though injured and weary the majority of the massive worms that had just surrounded them were slain by Aranea. The intense fires of Gil's previous bout against Volga still burned furiously and there was no physical indication of the woman in the heavy black armor beyond the flames.... However...!

SHWOOSH...SHWOOSH...SHWOOSH...!

Something dark as obsidian soared out from the intense fires toward's Gil's and the girl's direction! The black ring bounced off the trunks of the dead trees which covered this entire valley, however it did not drop in speed! The massive bladed edges tore out chunks from the trunks and when it levelled itself mid flight zoned in on Gil and the others! It tore through skewered worms like a hot knife through butter! Thankfully for Firlua she was far from its trajectory, as for Gil he dodged it while still carrying Aranea! Ducking in the knick of time, the massive ring soared past their head and into the darkness of the forest...

Klank... Klank... Klank...

The sound of the armor signalled Volga's return as she calmly passes through the flames, scythe in hand and that single piercing eye fixated on Gil.

SHWOOSH...SHWOOSH...SHWOOSH...!

The sound of the giant ring boomerang signaled Gil to dodge again as it returned, a glancing blow to his pauldron causing sparks to fly up as it returned to Volga's free hand, before being affixed to her back again.



The tall woman's boot crushed the body of a silk worm as she continued her slow, deliberate path toward's Gil. The flickering flames from Gil's combustive attack began to draw into her armor, jetting out her heels like a pair of wings as she quickly picked up pace towards the armored warrior! Though she had a chance to slay the witches, she avoided them entirely, focusing on swift melee attacks focused on the man while mixing a sudden speed and acrobatic display thanks to her absorbing and repurposing the left over magic and elements from Gil's previous spell! He managed to dodge her backing away repeatedly as she swung her weapon in a double sweeping 'x' like motion towards him, kicking up mud and dirt with her attacks before she snuck in a roundhouse kick with her right leg! Said leg was boosted by the jets of flame which forced Gil back, his greeves digging a trench in the dirt from the blow, leaving her with a leg up on his left elbow as he blocked the blow. During that time however, she had switched the scythe from her right hand to her left behind her back, and used it as a crook as she swung it low and behind Gil's right leg before tugging back!

Though the blade was very sharp, the amount of force exerted by Volga combined with Gil's durable armor kept him from being cut but left him tripping as the woman used her leg still resting on his left elbow now shoulder to push him back as her left hand tugged the scythe. Gil and Aranea fell back, Gil hitting the dirt on his back, still clutching the injured and weakened woman as Volga spun the scythe into a two hand grip, weapon raised high above her head, blade glistening in the light of the twin moons and that single, soulless eye glaring down at him...

Suddenly, flames conjured by Firlua pushed Volga away from Gil and Aranea! Her downward strike missing as the heavy blade drove deep into the mud beside Gil's head! Volga's body was wreathed in flame that slowly became consumed by the armor, all the while she turned towards Firlua and drew out that bladed ring again! Volga suddenly paused, holding both weapons as her eyes darted about. Another dark presence was slowly shifting its way into the valley...

This pause gave the three an opening to act...!

Aranea had reacted little as Gil dodged and nearly got overwhelmed by Volga, but she had been watching with sharp, glowing green eyes. "She's avoiding us for some reason..." She whispered to Gil. "She's avoiding directly hitting us witches..." the woman added before he landed on his back! Ara's jiggly curves flattened against his cold steel plate, the balloon like tits nearly sliding up into his visor when they hit the ground! She only let out a soft yelp, feeling the sharp edge of his helm against her chin as she covered him to protect him from the woman's fatal blow; giving the man an eyeful as her chest squished against the visor- or well what he could see. She was banking on the woman not striking but it turned out Volga hadn't for another reason entirely!

Firlua who had been on the sideline at that point, slimy and wet after crawling out of the husk of the black worm raised her hand and shot a powerful flame spell that knocked Volga back! Ara noted that Volga was about to counter when she paused as if sensing something... and Ara could too! Something old is reviving deep in the woods...! She thought, but didn't have time to shout it out as Volga was now left wide open for an attack!

"Nori egac!"

Aranea's eyes went black again as she swung her arm across and in the direction of Volga, twisting her arm into a elbow pump with a slowly enclosed fist.

The steel barbs she had created with the blood of her previous victims began to shutter and twist, some taking flight at Volga while others still under the earth shot up and into Volga's ankles and legs! The thin steel barbs shanked the armored warrior as they crossed tight enough to impede movement where they did not deflect off the armor or skewer the woman's exposed flesh. The steel barrier encased Volga like a barbed wire cage that held her firmly in place!

"Firlua!" Ara called back, gritting her teeth as Volga continued to move against Ara's weakened will! "Use something! If not your most powerful fire spell, something else!" She spat at the fire magus, sweat rolling down her grey cheeks as her arm shook in trying to keep the armored warrior still!

Firlua was still slinging thick slime and saliva off her body when Aranea called for her. She had to think quick, as Volga was resisting! "Crap, fine!" She spat, biting her thumb to draw blood and create an inscription on her opposite hand. She had to be precise or she'd either fail and look like a dumbass or potentially blow herself up along with the others! Even as Ara continued to call back to her and complain through her teeth, Firlua was steadfast in her preciseness. "Okay, get the man away!" She called out to Ara as she lifted her arm!

"Finally!" Aranea gasped, dropping her body and arms around Gil as she spoke again in that doubled tongue:

"Tropelet (evif teef dniheb Firlua)!"

Just as Firlua screamed: "MEGAFLARE!"

A bright light encompassed the palm of Firlua and shot out with a wide arc in a cone like manner. Bright white flames radiated over the armored woman and carved a molten path between the flame witch and her! Aranea and Gil seemed to vanish as the flames spread over where they had lay, reappearing like a stuttering image coming into clarity again behind the fire magus! The light was so intense and bright, that the entire are looked bathed in daylight in spite of the late hour of night!

As the fire ebbed and the silent flame flickered away Firlua collapsed to her knees and panted. Her hand a charred mess, but was healing quicker than Aranea had with the acids. A path of molten lava carved into the earth along a deep trench that flared out from where she lay and where Volga had been trapped. Nothing was left in front of them for many football fields...

"I... think I got her!" Firlua smiled back!

SHINK!

Firlua gasped as blood sprayed from her neck as one of Ara's iron barbs struck the red haired witch in the throat! The wide eyed witch fell over, gasping and still alive as Volga rose up from the ground, shakily but still in one piece! Well, curiously, her body seemed to reform like mist from the lantern on her hip which she had shown off to Gil before they battled. The lantern shattered soon after as the woman stumbled on the uneven trench. Her exposed eye glaring at the three as she pulled another barb that had gone clean through her thick and shapely thigh...

"Firlua!" Shouted Aranea, who crawled off Gil to the woman, covering the woman's neck with her hand. Firlua was losing blood but thanks to Ara's magic she was able to help slow the blood flow and prepare a counter measure to aid the woman from bleeding out! "Armored man, I've got this, focus on that bitch!" Spat Aranea!

Aranea wrote:Aranea had reacted little as Gil dodged and nearly got overwhelmed by Volga, but she had been watching with sharp, glowing green eyes. "She's avoiding us for some reason..." She whispered to Gil. "She's avoiding directly hitting us witches..." the woman added before he landed on his back! Ara's jiggly curves flattened against his cold steel plate, the balloon like tits nearly sliding up into his visor when they hit the ground! She only let out a soft yelp, feeling the sharp edge of his helm against her chin as she covered him to protect him from the woman's fatal blow; giving the man an eyeful as her chest squished against the visor- or well what he could see. She was banking on the woman not striking but it turned out Volga hadn't for another reason entirely!

Firlua who had been on the sideline at that point, slimy and wet after crawling out of the husk of the black worm raised her hand and shot a powerful flame spell that knocked Volga back! Ara noted that Volga was about to counter when she paused as if sensing something... and Ara could too! Something old is reviving deep in the woods...! She thought, but didn't have time to shout it out as Volga was now left wide open for an attack!

"Nori egac!"

Aranea's eyes went black again as she swung her arm across and in the direction of Volga, twisting her arm into a elbow pump with a slowly enclosed fist.

The steel barbs she had created with the blood of her previous victims began to shutter and twist, some taking flight at Volga while others still under the earth shot up and into Volga's ankles and legs! The thin steel barbs shanked the armored warrior as they crossed tight enough to impede movement where they did not deflect off the armor or skewer the woman's exposed flesh. The steel barrier encased Volga like a barbed wire cage that held her firmly in place!

"Firlua!" Ara called back, gritting her teeth as Volga continued to move against Ara's weakened will! "Use something! If not your most powerful fire spell, something else!" She spat at the fire magus, sweat rolling down her grey cheeks as her arm shook in trying to keep the armored warrior still!

Firlua was still slinging thick slime and saliva off her body when Aranea called for her. She had to think quick, as Volga was resisting! "Crap, fine!" She spat, biting her thumb to draw blood and create an inscription on her opposite hand. She had to be precise or she'd either fail and look like a dumbass or potentially blow herself up along with the others! Even as Ara continued to call back to her and complain through her teeth, Firlua was steadfast in her preciseness. "Okay, get the man away!" She called out to Ara as she lifted her arm!

"Finally!" Aranea gasped, dropping her body and arms around Gil as she spoke again in that doubled tongue:

"Tropelet (evif teef dniheb Firlua)!"

Just as Firlua screamed: "MEGAFLARE!"

A bright light encompassed the palm of Firlua and shot out with a wide arc in a cone like manner. Bright white flames radiated over the armored woman and carved a molten path between the flame witch and her! Aranea and Gil seemed to vanish as the flames spread over where they had lay, reappearing like a stuttering image coming into clarity again behind the fire magus! The light was so intense and bright, that the entire are looked bathed in daylight in spite of the late hour of night!

As the fire ebbed and the silent flame flickered away Firlua collapsed to her knees and panted. Her hand a charred mess, but was healing quicker than Aranea had with the acids. A path of molten lava carved into the earth along a deep trench that flared out from where she lay and where Volga had been trapped. Nothing was left in front of them for many football fields...

"I... think I got her!" Firlua smiled back!

SHINK!

Firlua gasped as blood sprayed from her neck as one of Ara's iron barbs struck the red haired witch in the throat! The wide eyed witch fell over, gasping and still alive as Volga rose up from the ground,  shakily but still in one piece! Well, curiously, her body seemed to reform like mist from the lantern on her hip which she had shown off to Gil before they battled. The lantern shattered soon after as the woman stumbled on the uneven trench. Her exposed eye glaring at the three as she pulled another barb that had gone clean through her thick and shapely thigh...

"Firlua!" Shouted Aranea, who crawled off Gil to the woman, covering the woman's neck with her hand. Firlua was losing blood but thanks to Ara's magic she was able to help slow the blood flow and prepare a counter measure to aid the woman from bleeding out! "Armored man, I've got this, focus on that bitch!" Spat Aranea!

Thanks to Firlua's sacrifice and Aranea's abilities, Volga was presumably at the end of her rope. The two of them had created an opening Gil intended to capitalize on. "This is all thanks to you two. Keep her alive, this isn't the end." Gil's eyes flared with anger from under his helmet, power emanating from deep within his soul. Anger at the senseless violence. Anger at the loss of life. Anger at the very world for existing in an endless cycle of predation, violence, and death. The Darksign branded on his right hand erupted in orange light, sending orange veins streaking across Gil's body and even over his armor.



He dimmed the flames on his sword and instead reached for the coin in his pocket, drawing on a different form of magic given Volga's propensity for absorbing flames. "Let's see how you like lightning." He pressed the faded gold coin to the base of his sword and ran it along the edge, creating crackling yellow bolts of electricity in its wake. His sword brimmed with electrical power in place of the previous flames and was ready for more blood.

Gil merely spat on the ground before throwing himself at his foe with little regard for his own safety. Volga's scythe slashed and cleaved through the air as she aimed at his body only to hit thin air each time. A new power was driving him forward, unknowingly awakened by the blue devil in the village.

He intercepted her scythe on a downward with with the flat of his blade, knocking it aside before smashing his pommel into her stomach. The armored woman recoiled from the blow while Gil pressed the assault. Gripping the hilt with both hands now, he unleashed slash after slash that peeled away at her armor and kept her on the defensive. Each strike also sent electricity arcing through her body, causing Volga's muscles to occasionally convulse.

Gil's muscles burned from prolonged exertion but he couldn't stop. He delivered a knee to Volga's stomach that sent her reeling. Gil had finally created the opening he needed to gather power and channel into his coin. The seemingly mundane object acted as the catalyst for his spell, yellow sparks flickering up and down his arm. A moment later, a large spear of golden lightning crackled in his left hand. He channeled the power of the sun into this spell to manifest the powerful lightning he could. The Sunlight Spear begged to be used as he angled at the injured Volga, pulling his arm behind his head.



"SUNLIGHT SPEAR!" Gil chanted the name of the miracle and launched it at Volga, lightning arcing all around him. The Sunlight Spear soared toward its target and struck with the fury of a blazing sun, detonating in a column of golden electricity that leapt to the sky. The column remained and damaged Volga for several more seconds before dying out in a final flash of gold light and dust, obscuring her figure as Gil hoped she was finally done for...

After surviving such daunting attacks, it looked nigh impossible that Volga would survive Gil's coup de grace. The woman's figure seemed to stretch and elongate within the flash of light like a dying shadow before she was consumed entirely by the golden light!

However, given her track record, the dust had yet to settle and neither Aranea nor Gil were dropping their guard till they felt that Volga was dead and gone.

Shiiiiiiing....

The Thorny Ring Blade was thrown again, but missed its mark as it cut through the dust and cut into the dirt and mud like a cart's wheel feet between Gil and Aranea.


"Hah....hah....hah..." The sound of a woman panting could be heard as the shape of Volga was visible through the dust and falling debris.

Crackkkk....!

The sound of metal scraping against metal followed the sound of something cracking like an egg. The six foot tall woman lumbered forwards as the shape of her helmet chipped away and fell from her shoulders, revealing a more feminine face as she drew near.

The woman's scythe which had been removed from her person rattled near Gil. Black smoke rose from it as it shook and then shot through the dust cloud spinning like a helicopter's blades! With a firm grip, the woman caught the long and gnarly scythe, her body visible now the weapon had blew away the smoke after swinging the blade down and behind her.



Volga had a youthful face, someone in her mid 20s at the very eldest. She had a short, modern bob haircut with angled bangs that ran parallel with her jaw line and a single black streak on the right side. Her eyes glared towards Gil, the one which had been partially visible the entire fight was ruby red, but her left eye was a pretty blue like a sapphire. Black smoked continued to rise from her weapon and the right side of her body where Gil's attack had damaged the most. The woman continued to pant and gasp as she lifted the lantern which had shattered before, but this time it wasn't glowing. Its amber and Domescan steel construction was confusing and yet interesting to look at as she stood there, glaring at Gil.

"You're not like most humans..." she spoke, her voice beautiful and serene for a brutish warrior, but it was almost sylvan to the ears as well; a slight accent of someone who'd be raising cattle or making use of the scythe for farming rather than war.

"No one's removed my helmet before... wait till I tell big sis. She'd be mighty impressed with you... however, I cannot let you leave these woods alive..." The woman began as the shadowy smoke began to recede and her wounds seemingly mended:



"I am Vera of Volga, look for me in the afterlife, 'ansom!" She smirked, her crimson eye glowing as she spun her scythe wickedly behind her before shooting towards Gil!

The area shook wildly all of a sudden and the stars and moons overhead were swallowed in a sea of black as the sound of leathery wings rushed around the humans with a powerful woosh.

Something large and black dropped down from the sky with the force to kick up trees and dirt, that any present could be forgiven for thinking it was a bomb dropped from a plane.

Couched between Gilgamesh and Volga was a very large and humanoid dragonkin with glowing orange eyes, whose silky human flesh faintly shimmered with thin scales which were visible only when the fiery orange glow was present in her chest. Her bosom jiggled upon landing, and her long raven black hair swayed from a horny crown which adorned her head. The woman wiggled her large ass and snaked out her long, black, scaly tail and shivered before folding back her wings. Her eyes, accented by thick eyeshadow made of the pitch black ash of her enemies, fell upon the armored man... and her smile broadened. "Muscle McMuscle Boot!! Its youuu!!<3" Purred the scaly giantess who now lay down on her stomach, propping up her head as she pedaled her legs playfully behind her. Her lidded, glowing eyes that were entrancing also glistening with madness!

It was Ravena the Chaos Dragon once again!

"Sorry for ditching you and one-eye not too long ago! Was catchin' up with an old friend, but he ran off again... boo hoo..." Frowned the Dragoness who then noticed the tall woman in armor:


(ignore Agent RICE up there, she's already long gone and digested! <3)

Volga was about Gil's height, looked ravishingly beautiful if not a bit stiff. She didn't seem so pleased about Ravena's interruption however and after staring up at the dragoness resumed her attack on Gil!

"Huh... I'm sorry, was I interrupting something? I saw the beacon of light so I couldn't exactly NOT just show up! I mean, I just get it, y'know? Why bugs seem to be drawn to the light-" She paused as Gil was fending off Volga's scythe strikes again with his gauntlets, the clashing sounds forcing Ravena to speak over the fighting:

"-so... I- couldn't help..!-Notice you've got-a-problem-it---by the 69 and a half Hells!" a quickly agitated Ravena roared as she slammed her right clawed hand down upon Volga and snatched her away from Gil just as he parried her strike, forcing her to let go of her scythe! She gripped the woman tight enough that the metal of her armor crunched against the dragoness' scales as she laid out on her side and held the woman in her tight grip in front of her face.

"Look here you little twat, I'm a big bloody deal and you're interrruptin' my conversation! Bugger off!!" She spat, before tossing the woman over her shoulders!!

Volga vanished, tumbling into the darkness behind her what could have been yards or miles behind the mad dragon! Yet, seemingly satisfied, Ravena cleared her throat and batted her lashes as she leaned over Gil with a smile. "Now, where was I?" She purred.

Suddenly the scythe began to wobble in front of Ravena and Gil, before it suddenly shot off the ground towards Ravena's neck! The thick, crescent blade could easily slash the dragoness' throat like a dagger would a mortal, but the unconcerned Ravena simply back handed it, forcing its blade deep in the mud in front of Gil's feet as Ravena's tail shot up and wrapped around Volga's curvy waist!

"My... someone doesn't know when to simply die. I can change that." Cooed the dragon of madness, who glanced over her shoulder with a wicked, hungry glare. Ravena's dagger like purple tongue slithered out and ran across the plush, ebony slopes of her lips as she tossed Volga into her right hand again. She turned the silver haired maiden towards Gil and his friends, before saying: "Give the salt shaker and his witchy friends an apologetic glare, child!"

Vera of Volga who was held tight in Ravena's grasp began to vomit blood as Ravena gripped the woman tightly. Oddly, she was smoking somewhat, like she had before... but Vera looked honestly more troubled now as her wide, miss matched eyes glared up at Ravena who smile had only broadened! "Hm, forgive my manners luv!" She purred back to Gil. "Your guest needs a time out and I'm absolutely a Starvin' Marvin'!" Warned the drooling giantess! "Ahhhhhnnn~ <3" Ravena moaned, widening her plush lips, her long purple tongue snaking out as she closed her eyes as Volga ascended into the giant woman dragon's massive maw!

Volga cried out, her voice lost as Ravena's greedy and plush black lips clamped around the tinier woman's chest! Volga couldn't do anything as Ravena moaned, moving the armored woman in and out of her mouth like a co...well, like a certain part of a male's anatomy! To make things worse, Ravena moaned sexually as she did this to the poor, twitching woman stuck in her mouth!

"Mmmph...~" Hummed Ravena forcing the armored woman up to her sexy hips with a greedy swallow!

ULGUP....



Volga's upper body was arched into Ravena's velvety throat, as her dagger tongue glided over the armored woman's exposed rear; the G-string like leotard was some defensive flaw if the dragoness saw one, as it left the woman's supple, shapely rear-end exposed to her slithery tongue's assaults! Oooh, she's quite the lively and tasty creature...! I taste... chaotic energies in this one! How unusual! She thought as she lets the woman hang from her jaws as she leaned onto her stomach again, batting her long lashes at Gil again.

She jerked her head back a couple times, to try and swallow the squirming, protesting knight whole; her armored legs kicking viciously as she denied Ravena an easy victory! Come now... your defeated, 'eated' is in defeated, so lemme eat you dammit!! She mentally cursed as she suddenly felt the woman inside her throat spread her arms...!

"ULK?!" A wide eyed Ravena suddenly half shot up from her lounging position, her clawed hands wrapped around her neck as she glared down at the thrashing, scissoring legs beneath her!

Otrimi would have laughed, the irony of a predator as ancient as she, dying due to choking on some unruly food! SHE would have laughed!!! Fuckkkk!! I can't breathe!!! She screamed internally as she began to panic! Ravena began to roll onto her back, kicking her long scaly legs and squirmed as she rolled and leveled out more of the woodland under her own weight!

Oh fuck, I'm going to die such an ignoble death?! How absurd!! Can't someone out there save me?! She mentally cried, when she remembered!

Gil!!

She turned to the human, making choking sounds as Volga still kicked outside her lips furiously! She got low to the ground, and repeatedly began to point at Volga and her neck, tapping on the woman's greeves in a forceful manner with her hand showing the flow in which she wanted Volga dispensed; not pulled out of her mouth but PUSHED IN!

"Urrkkk....!" Ravena's muffled moans got pitched and frightened sounding as her face began to sweat profusely and turn a shade of purple blue! She closed her eyes as she rolled onto her back dramatically; her giant bosoms bouncing and flopping as she lay there, weakened by this unforseen plight!