Fight

You decide to try to engage them in combat. You thought that with your nimbleness and proactiveness you could choose a good position for yourself. Besides, you needed to hone your fighting abilities, and these natives would be dumb enough to try to **** an armed opponent while themselves being unarmed.

You unsheath your sword, then leap up onto the crest of the ridge. You angle your body to the side, hiding the bulk of your sword behind you as you stand tall gazing down at the natives.

You catch their attention and they pause in their activities.

The man humping the armrest suddenly lears at you, showing an array of rotting teeth. He pulls out of the armrest stoffing and makes his way confidently towards you while jerking his penis.

You keep your cool as he climbs up towards you, until he's close enough for you to deliver a kick. The man stumbles down the ridge, but manages to somehow keeps his balance. You kick had lacked some strength, you were not yet a skilled fighter after all. Nor was your phisique, perhaps adapted to deliver kicks.

The native man turns back to you and yells at you angrily. Picking up half rotten splintered chair leg. The fucking pair of painted natives have also stopped and get up to begin approaching you. Their eyes look both interested and hungry. Your ears twitch in disgust, but you keep calm. The last native woman with the pear earrings keeps her distance. Watching the encounter warily.

Your first assailant lunges at you with the chair leg and you parry easily then stabb him with your sword. He wails and drops his weapon but begins grabbing att your belt.

Realiseing your predicament you snarl at him instinctively. Ears flattened as you try to kick him off of your blade. The other natives are soon uppn you and you try to pull away, wrenching at your sword. The native growns and his grip on your belt losenes. The Painted native woman, screams and tosses a broken tea cettle your way. which you duck. It hits some debries and clatters down the mountain.

The painted male native is soon uppon you and you decide to lose your high ground leaping to the side. The movement manages to loosen the grip of the wounded native as he is jerked along with you. What follows is a quick tumble down the ridge. Your sword is almost wrenched from your grip but you manage to hold onto it and regain your footing, pulling the blade from the scremaing native. The other Two are onto you, however. The woman had grabbed the broken leg chair. You ducked and happened to see the tepot she'd thrown at you earlier. Grabbing it you block her second swing then slash her side with your sword, having learned your lesson about stabbing. You pull away quickly and and dart away, managing to escape the barreling grasp of the painted native man.

With quick nimbleness you manuever up the ridge again. The man is quick on your heels. You lash out with a slash behind you and hack into his throat. he gurgles and colapses. The native woman scrams again and hurls the chair leg at you. You black the projectile with your teakettle. discarding it simultaniously and leap into the air, down towardst the native woman.

You see her eyes widen, as you prepare your sword for a finishing blow. Her lips pirce to say something...

pawd feet land on her breast nad your wight bears down on her along with your sword in a final stab.

She stares at you, wide-eyed in shock, her eyes more lucid than before.

"No." She whispers, blood coloring her lips. Her arms rise to paw weakly at your furred feet. You pull away quickly and she slumps.

Your nose twitches at the scent of blood, and you look away.

The last native stares at you from a distance away. She looks terrified. As your eyes meet. She gasp in fright and scrambles away, holding her stomach.