Getting fucked

As you try and think of the noble bigger picture, all you can think about is being fucked raw. Before you can filter your words you say;

“Gettin’ plowed just as my body was meant for.”

“Uhhh excuse me?” Petra says with wide eyes.

Coming partly back to your senses you try to think of a way to salvage this.

“You know like, creating life? Aspirations of motherhood. Eventually…” you say with a nervous chuckle.

“Oh! Okay I think I get it. I can work with that.”

“So how do I do this?” You say putting on Petra’s amulet

“That’s where I come in. With the limited time we have I can only teach you one or two minor miracles. So let’s get to it.”

Over the course of the next few hours you learn to summon magic with your hands and speak divine words to summon holy power. However practicing a handful in such a short amount of time is proving difficult. Despite this, you master one miracle called command.

Command’ll prove quite useful. Just by doin’ some finger movements and whispering three words I can temporarily charm someone into following an order. Petra mentioned that I shouldn’t overdo it though. One too many uses of it could tap me’ energy and make me too weak to fight for a time.

“There!” Petra says. “I hope that proves useful. I’m glad I could teach you atleast one miracle before the fight!”

“Aye thanks Petra!” You practice the finger moments one more time before getting to your feet. “Now, I think the others will be lookin’ to meet up soon. We should be joinin’ them.”

“It’s about that time.” Petra says with a hint of anxiety to her tone. “You go ahead, I’ll be along in a minute.”

Petra seems to need a minute to gather her gear so you exit the tent and make your way towards the meeting point.