"Mmmh! W-Wait!" She stops her moaning to look at Lutz. "Let's make a deal. We can both leave here satisfied, right?"
The ride is slow along the muddy ground, but eventually they make their way towards what passes for civilisation in the swamps. Creating a tall hill, they get a good look of the surrounding area, spotting three settlements, all more or less the same distance away. To the east, Ard spots a fortified village with a tall wooden palisade protecting it. To the North stands a surprisingly elegant trading town, with proper buildings instead of thatched huts. To the west, along the shoreline is a fishing village not unlike the one Ard came from before, and it's quite on fire, a plume of smoke rising into the air.
"Mm?" Letting out a curious moan as she felt her body heat up, only to feel a strange rush of energy. Mirellia takes a deep breath, "Sorry, but I've no interest in torturing people "in the name of the gods." But don't fret, I'll be sending you to meet them soon." She replied, taking a fighting stance, before lunging, aiming to pierce his heart, just like the other men.
"No interest in torturing? I suppose you prefer to be-" He staggers backwards as she thrusts forwards, Gwyhyr screeching as it scrapes against his armour. As expected, Mirellia moves faster and more powerfully than she did before. The milf feels the armour cave under Gwyhyr, pierced, but it doesn't stab into the flesh beneath. The man grabs her throat, partially to choke her, and partially to keep himself from falling off the edge of the roof, dangerously close behind him.
"Gghk!" Groaning as his hand wrapped around her throat, Mirellia figured one wrong move would send both of tumbling down the rooftops. "Khhk." The sexy milf glares at him, swinging her precious blade to slice his arm off.
The man lets out a scream as Gwyhyr cuts through clothes, flesh and bone, arm falling to the ground in a bloody mess. He falls backwards, careening into the street head first with a splat.
Taking a deep breath as her throat was released, Mirellia gives him a glare, before slashing his throat. With one group down, she looks at the rest of the crossbowmen and mages at the rooftops. If she finds more of them, she hurriedly jumps in to take care of them.
Trista chuckled hearing pair having nice time together as she sit down near the camp fire. "It look like we interupt someone." She whispered and relax, leaning on the shoulder of Gustav.
Impressive. I didn’t think it would work this well. A little amazed at the use of her own ability, there was no time to stop and admire the fighting. She had to keep moving. Trained with a dancer’s grace, she swayed her hips and threw her body in ways that would take on a different meaning back in that seedy brothel. Here, it was apparent what she was doing was more than just that. Keeping her movements loose, she kept her eye out from anyone trying to engage her once they realized they should shut down that war dancer. Strategically, she span and twisted her way behind the troll as a Defense, but it wasn’t perfect. Staying where she could be seen and heard was a huge risk, and she contributed by pivoting, twisting and bending and stretching out her finger tips along with a few bursts of lightning at those too uncomfortably close, but kept up her rhythm.
Looking out, she sees more figures on a rooftop across the marketplace, as well as armed inquisitors beginning to approach on the ground.
Gustav chuckles and leans back to make it more comfortable for her. "It's not interruption if we don't stop them. You wanna take a listen to what noble siblings get up to?"
Trista shake her head. "Nope, it is not my business what others doing in bed. As long as it isn't forced, I'm fine well... Except children, for that I will kill bastard." She said thinking about Novigrad.
For now, Mirellia focuses on the ones at the rooftops. Thinking the others could hopefully fend for themselves, while she takes care of them.
For the moment, Danielle isn't targeted by any of the inquisitors, who charge at Samuel. The mage turns on a time, incinerating several of his attackers with Fire magic, but soon more attackers approach from behind. "Me fight?" Dog asks, waiting for Danielle's signal to attack. The count's men look to her as well. Crossing to the other rooftop, she sees four more crossbowmen, and Ashton. The young noble stabs one of the inquisitors in the throat with his enhanced abilities, grinning with pride, but his look turns to a worried frown as two of the others draw swords and rush at him. The remaining crossbow man fires a bolt directly at Mirellia.
"Agreed on that last part. Still, if they're doing it in public..." He wonders aloud. "You don't find it appealing?"
A little bit worried about her son being charged at by two men, Mirellia decides to quickly deal with the crossbow man first. Using her enhanced agility, and reflexes, the sexy milf slashes at the bolt flying toward her. Before lunging at the man to end his life.
"Well, I don't think they realy have a choice right now. We been on the road few weeks, something coming after us and we staying close for most time. Some people just need to hold it off, before they do something stupid."
Using her speed, Mirellia is able to slash apart the bolt and impale him on her sword. Looking at Ashton, she sees that the young man has been pinned, one enemy restraining his arms while the other raises his sword to finish him off.
Gustav chuckles. "I can understand that. You don't have the same needs, though?" He looks at her. "You've been on the road longer than they have, after all."
"Tsk." Clicking her tongue as she saw Ashton's predicament, Mirellia rushes toward him. "Stop right there!" Shouting to get their attention, and hopefully stop the man from stabbing her son.
