"Mmmh, hngh..." Slowly, dripping with water, the priestess awakens. "Where-..." After a few moments, she comes to her senses and remembers where she is. "You." She looks at Lutz angrily.
Seeing the crossbowmen, Mirellia figured she had the right targets. Using her enhanced agility, she lunges at them, giving each one a quick thrust of her Gwyhyr right through their chests.
As Mirellia stabs at the first man, she hears the screech of metal on metal as her sword hits a breastplate he was wearing under his clothes. Darting forwards, however, she's easily able to impale the second man, who's unarmoured. As the second man falls to the ground, the first goes to grapple the milf, as the other two frantically load their crossbows.
“Mm-hm... and did you... enjoy what you saw?” Varrin inquired, not doing anything to stop his sister, curious how far she was willing to go.
Looking out, she sees a number of rough looking humans, probably bandits, looting the corpses of villagers. "Anyone see that feckin' elf?" The leader, a fat bald man, cries out. "Nah, they're all swamp folk!" Another bandit responds. Looking around from her hiding place behind a small barn, she spots nine enemies.
Isabella's delicate fingers begin to undo Varrin's laces. "I did. Not as much as you did, I think, but yes, it's a pretty sight."
Verena takes an Oil from her belt and pours it over her Sword, coating it in a thin layer of Potent Acid which attacks organic matter. She walks into The Village and starts to cut the First one Down, shoving her Sword trough The back of his Skill and kicking his Body forward.
“I see... well, next time we can watch them together... or join them – something tells me they won't really mind...” Varrin let Isabella untie his laces as he slowly moved his hand and put it on his sister's thigh. “I'm curious, that night were you planning to spy on Maddie and her friend?”
'I was going to bring you back to Corinne's place if you had refused,' Ard chuckled, 'We might have to anyway. I do not think picking a random direction and hoping we stumble upon that island would do us much good.'
A little surprised that an assassin was wearing armor her precious Gwyhyr couldn't pierce. Mirellia makes quick work of the rest, as she uses the Aard sign to push the first man back, as she charges at the two loading their crossbows, intending to pierce their hearts for a quick death.
Danielle seeing the battle started resolves to support, the only she can, invoking her war dance technique, to invigorate her allies.
"That is a pitty, but remember, size it not matter. So you left your first one virgin?" Trista laught, garething her things and walk back to the camp.
"Me." Lutz nodded as he stepped in front of the blue-haired woman and slid his finger into her slit. "I imagine it's quite an experience, to find yourself on the other side." He said as he started fingering her, his fingers scrapping her insides. "I must say, you might be a hidden mashochist, if you want to experience it." He said as he started sucking her left nipple and groping her right breast. It didn't take long, for the woman to coil in her bondage, moaning loudly, as he slowly brought her to the edge. Finally he stopped his ministrations, grabbed her left tit pinched her left nipple. "Nice and erect. Shall we give you some jewellery?" He asked as he took a needle, ready to pierce it.
Unprepared for a fight, the man doesn't even begin to turn before Verena's blade stabs through him. As she kicks his body to the ground, she sees the other bandits scrambling up to grab their weapons. "Oi, there's a fucking mutant here!" The leader shouts to gather the men still inside the huts. "Listen, Witcher, we ain't got any business with you." He glares, holding up a mace. "Why don't we go our separate ways?" He seems willing to fight, but he'd obviously prefer not to.
"I was thinking about it." She chuckles, a hand slipping inside his breeches. "But then I heard you enter the hallway and knew you'd beaten me to the punch." The young noble feels his sister's fingers wrap around his length, not as delicate as Madeline's, but still incredibly pleasant as they slowly pump upwards and down.
Abigail nods. "Maybe we should stop at one of the other villages around here? I know some of the people here worship the Lady."
Ard agreed, 'That should be our best chance.' Ard rode his horse on the more easily travelled bits of swamp, following the road to the next village.
The leader, clearly unprepared for Witcher magic, falls backwards, precariously dangling near the edge of the rooftop. Heading to the two remaining men, Mirella sees them fumbling to try and reload their crossbows, and throw them down as she gets too close. The noblewoman knows instinctively that her victims moved too late, and Gwyhyr darts forth twice, piercing their chests. There's a few moments of awkward silence, as the two crossbowmen fumble with their swords, not realising that they've been stabbed, before they fall backwards. Mirella hears the leader, the only opponent left, pick himself up and face her, holding up his longsword. "You ever thought about joining the inquisition, love?" He seems quite casual, considering the death of his men. Before Mirella can reply, she feels a strange heat overwhelm her body. At first she fears that it will harm her, but soon she feels an exhilarating rush and knows instinctively that her already impressive strength and speed are somehow more potent than normal. All eyes turn to Danielle as she begins to gyrate and move her body in exotic ways, and she feels a familiar heat build up in her body, before her magic begins to flow from her, connecting her to her allies, the strain exhausting but also exhilarating. Samuel begins to walk towards her, and behind him, she sees a dozen armed men marching in step.
"Size doesn't matter? Har Har." Gustav grins, and together they walk back to camp. Looking around, she hears Bogrid and Ignazy snoring on opposite sides of the camp. Closer to the fire, Trista sees the siblings she met on the rode cuddling up together, her sensitive ears picking up whispering between them.
