Druuna tricks the men.

Seeing no other choice besides being shot with an arrow, Druuna slowly strips off her shirt, bra, belt, shorts and thong. She made sure to leave the pocket with her knife in it partially open.

Grinning at Druuna nastily, the man with the club walked over to Druuna as the other man stood watch behind him. He shoved his dry lips all over her faceand neck, ran his dirty hands through her hair and fondled Druuna’s breasts with his course fingers for awhile before stepping back and grinning at Druuna’s naked body. With a nasty smile, the man unbuckled his belt and said “Ooh bitch, I can see you’re going to like this. Best place for a slut is on her back and I’m going to make sure you never forget that!” then he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his already fully erect grimy looking cock.

Druuna saw that the filthy man was distracted and new that now was her chance. With lightning speed, Druuna pulled her knife out of her shorts pocket and lunged forward, burying the long blade deeply into the mans heart. She instinctively wanted to keep moving, but Druuna used all of her willpower to stop herself and wait for a moment. Half a second later she felt what she knew she would, the dull thump of the panicked bowman firing at her but hitting the dead mans body that was between them instead.

Before the smelly bowman could escape, Druuna ripped out her knife and jumped on the fleeing man. At this point she blacked out in a rage, driven by blind fury and humiliation. After a minute or two of carnage she came back to her senses and looked around her. The two brigands were dead and she was naked and covered in splotches of drying blood from her freak out.

Feeling confused and still somewhat startled, Druuna quickly put her clothing back on and grabbed some of the two men’s goods before crossing the bridge and walking back to the road.

That night, after washing herself off in a shallow pond, Druuna looked at what she had taken and considered what she had done that day. The past few weeks had been hectic and Druuna had been feeling like a constant victim. But when she had seen that cowardly bowman running, she just couldn’t stop. He had tried to capture her. To **** her. To victimize her! Her experiences over the recent month had begun to harden Druuna and make her a better fighter.

Amongst the spoils of battle; Druuna found sixty-eight bottle caps, a couple of dry rations and the brigands spiked club. With a bit of rope Druuna made a strap to carry the new weapon with and she practiced using it a bit that night before going to bed.