Fuu offers herself to save the others

The battle had turned and not in the Bravos' favor. Fuu had resisted the gnoll shaman's lust spell, but it only served to let her see the terrible predicament her friends were now in. Both Becky and Emmaline had given in to the dark, seductive, magic. Emmaline was being pushed back to the ground by a gnoll, moaning as she spread her legs and offered herself up to the monster while Becky's clothes were being torn from her. Fuu noticed that Liv was fighting the effects of the gnoll magic but it was obvious that she was barely holding it together.

Fuu's life was dedicated to battling and destroying evil. It was her duty to stamp out the darkness wherever she found it. But she also cared deeply for her friends and couldn't bare to let them be violated by the beasts. It took only the briefest of moments for her to make up her mind and determine the best course of action. She didn't like it one bit, though.

The chieftain had gone feral with lust, growling and drooling and snarling as he came charging toward Fuu. She gracefully avoided him, stepping aside and allowing him to pounce straight into the ground. Fuu then turned about towards the shaman and ran straight for him! She leaped through the air, glaive above her head, as she collided with the vile spellcaster, knocking him to the ground. The blade of her weapon was pointed down at him, ready to be plunged into his heart, and Fuu said in a fierce tone, “Stop them now or you die!”

Her enemy looked up at her in shock before turning his attention to the rest of the gnolls. There was a moment of hesitation, of uncertainty, before the shaman focused and let out a sharp and unearthly whistle that echoed through the area. The effect was almost instantaneous as the gnolls stopped what they were doing and turned to focus on the shaman.

“If you kill me now,” The shaman spoke in a heavily accented common, a low growl in his voice as he glared up at Fuu, “They will ravish your allies. Surrender and I may show mercy.”

Fuu drew in a breath, trying to prepare herself, still ready to drive her blade into the shaman the instant he attempted anything. “Let my friends go. Release them from your magic and take me instead.”

The gnoll beneath her seemed rather shocked by this offer, “You would give yourself willingly to me in exchange for the lives of your friends?” His eyes narrowed, as though he suspected some sort of trick, and then he grinned. There was a cunning, amused, glint in his eye as he said, “I will spare them, if you swear upon your honor and your faith that you will give yourself, offer yourself, to me, in mind, body, and soul. Do we have an accord, warrior?”