Grande Battelo Parte I dunno which onuo

/Sooo how many countries do you think I did offend with that title?... I guess not enough, well anyway I am back once more, as well as hello to the new guys... shit 50 notifications on one day... some people really are sick, well back to the faitin i guess

Your opponent swats away one of your followers - a female elvish pirate - with a slight move of her left hand. The girl flys through the air her tits wobbling all the flight. Your eyes follow her only for a short time though. You have a different task at hand. Having to show your superiority too you realize you can be even more menacing than that. A human knight charges at you and you gamble that he has low spellprotection normally relying on a mage in his group to defend him and with a smirk you send him "Silence." and sure enough he just stops dead in his tracks (nice play on words, you know because he is dead AND he stops dead... oh you got it... okay I am quiet then).

The knight stumbles a bit, before coming to a halt a suprised look on his face as he falls facefirst into the ground. Now everyone around you two stops too. Your followers look at the godess while her soldiers, underlings, minions, creatures, degenerates (woohoo... do i sense some hostilites there? chill, man) Even Anari looks a bit worried now seeing how easily you dispatched that overly zelous knight (but hellooo, come on he was a human he obviously was too dumb for you).

Rachel positions herself behind you so nobody can sneak up on you. You grin at her devotion.

You point your sythe at the silver clad godess in front of you. "You! Girl, are no fighter, what are you doing here, offering yourself to me?" She does a gagging motion at the thought and you tell her "Oh you will be doing that soon." after a stylish pause you send her "****." She growls at that word and throws herself at you.

With a swift move you are out of her way and she darts right past you. "So slow, I bet you are a real quick one in bed." you note to her with a sly undertone. "It is always the pure gods who lust for it the most." you remark not really sure how you actually know that but alas you do. (Again this knowing without knowing shit really pisses me off, I mean come on typist cant you think of an explanation for that, ouch *Typist hits narrator with the Necromonicon*)

She reacts with a frustrated scream at your words and throws a spell your way. Unaimed and quickly, too quickly - for the guy behind you that is. You don't even give him a second glance as he falls over. You are not sure if he was one of yours or one of hers. You laugh at her and muse "Oh, so maybe you don't want me to lose, maybe you want me and my army to ravage you." Sidestepping a slash from her sword you continue "For my slavegirls to make you their cleaning lady, for my soldiers to be their cumdump."

Sure enough you think you see a damp spot in her panties. (You bitch is geddin wet mah duddes). You take a peek at your stat sheet and grin cause you see that it only takes a little while longer now. You change your gaze to her again just in the nick of time for another dodge. "Why." she pants "are" another pant "you" pant "not" pant "attacking" pant "me!"

You laugh her in the face again and make a step back and beckon to your favourite slavegirl to have a try, because you figure if you were able to sidestep that godess she must be even quicker and more frustrating for that bitch. You look for your slaves enemies while you she is engaging the godess but there are none. Either they are fucking - willing and unwilling - allies or they are dead. The armor worked wonders.

So you take a look at the rest of the battle while Rachel dances around the godess with her sword and magical armour.