Night mission III

"Enchant it you bitch!" Olaf, the bandit leader kicked a small, red haired woman directly in her ribs, she doubled over in pain and curled up against the iron chains of her cage, her hands bound together in front of her, a small trickle of blood rolled down from her mouth.

"Even if I could, I wouldn't *cough* do you any favors, foul man pig." Olaf bore his rotten canines and reared his foot back to pummel her into her cage. The savage blows upon her body caused her to cry out in pain, the sounds of bones breaking sickeningly filled the night air.

"You think you're invincible right? Just because every man that tries to fuck you gets a burnt cock doesn't mean you can't be killed you know?!" He punched her in her gut, causing more blood to erupt from her mouth, her vision was starting to get hazy. "You're starting to outlive your usefulness bitch, either enchant my axes now or I'll beat your head into a mush, I'd like to see you use fire magic to stop me **** you without a brain!" A tear fell from her eye, mixing with the drying blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, Olaf watched her succumb to his demands and curled his crooked, festering mouth into a smile.

Holding out his axes, the red haired fire enchantress bestowed a flame buff onto both berserker axes, lighting them up and sending shadows cascading across the darkened camp. The cages beside her had once housed her companions, fellow aspiring mages who were out on a quest, good people with good intentions. They were all dead now, recently though so the smell hadn't begun to settle in. Killed because they were born men, male prisoners had little usefullness unless they were highborn, after extracting the info they needed from them through ****, they were put to ****, only the women were kept alive, only she.

The tears continued to fall as she eyed the waxy faces of the men she had traveled with, she wasn't sure who had it worse, the dead men or she who was condemned to be **** until **** - at least she was still alive, she thought to herself. But for how much longer?

Olaf cackled as he swung his axes experimentally, the flames crackled and soared as he spun, sending shadows jumping about the night like frenzied cats in a lonesome alleyway. His sole working eye sparkled like an excited child with a candy lollipop in his hand, a flame embedded, sharp, **** inducing kind of lollipop, two of them to be exact.

Sven and Elise turned the corner to witness the behemoth of a man, now wielding axes of flame, Sven raised an arm and motioned for Elise to stay behind him, Elise nodded and begun to climb the rope ladder up to the walls standing platform. Up there she would be safe while also being able to attack him from range.

The bandit leader wasted little time, while she was climbing he had already set himself on Sven with a frenzied attack, Sven was doing his best to dodge the blows but was panicking at the mans speed - the bandit leaders in the game were nothing like this! Sven had known this one would be different the moment he first set eyes on him, but to be this strong?! He was duel wielding burning axes, he was at least level 25, this kind of bandit isn't ordinary for a level 5 zone. Sven messed up and was sliced shallowly at his midsection, wincing he proceeded to narrowly dodge a follow up swing from his left.

Blocking one attack he rolled out of the way before the other could hit, an arrow found its way burried into his back, causing him to grunt in pain, looking up at Elise who was preparing another shot, he raised his axe at her flashing his crooked teeth.

"I'll remember that girl! Later tonight when I'm skull fucking your eye socket, I'll remember the wound you gave to me!" While he was speaking Sven took the distraction to his advantage and went to thrust his sword into the leaders throat, however Olaf noticed his approach and turned to block the blow, Sven redirected his blade to stab at his chest, grazing his skin and causing a red gash to form across his abs.

That attack sent him into a rage fueled **** spree, sending blow after blow aimed at Sven's head, spinning around and using his momentum to completely dominate his opponent, Sven simply couldn't get an attack in without risking instant ****, instead he danced around the burning axes, occasionally getting nicked by them, causing his wounded regions to burn for a few seconds after they were applied. Even if he's not hitting critical locations, the damage over time the flames were inflicting were enough to be seriously dangerous.

Sven jumped back and reached into his spacial bag, retrieving a health draft that he quickly drank, the wounds on his body began to close and he felt a little better, however Olaf wouldn't allow for another moments respite and continued his ****, crying out in anger as another arrow lodged into the back of his neck. The veins bulged out of his bald forehead and his face grew red, his excited eyes now growing almost pale to the point where you couldn't even see his pupils anymore - he had truly gone into a fit battle rage.

Sven could do nothing but dodge and parry, his parries were becoming more and more useless by the second however, the **** of his swings were so devastating that attempting to redirect the leaders blows was simply having no effect any more, Sven was thankful for the openness of the camps inner section, without it he was sure he'd be dead by now, he had one bomb left to use now and was waiting for his chance to retrieve it, Olaf wasn't giving him a seconds respite in between his blows.

He was too slow once again, a spinning slash from Olaf's axe had connected to his chest, Sven was sent to the floor from the vicious blow, Olaf stood above him was about to deliver the finishing blow when a fireball set him ablaze like a man made of fire, head to toe wreathed in flames, his maddened eyes fixated on the caged red haired girl, his savage and violent gaze sent a shiver down her spine, a wordless look that promised pain in the future.

While he shook the flames from his body, Elise shot another arrow into his throat, causing him to gurgle a raged grunt, Sven was busy gulping down another draft, picking himself up he used his opponents weakened state to get a few cheap blows in, a few swipes to the chest and arms but soon enough the flames died down, leaving a charred man with burning eyes to be set on Sven once again, his blows hadn't even waned even after all that.

Another arrow connected through the leaders cheek, coming out through the other side, and still he kept on swinging. "Why won't you just die?!" Elise shouted out in horror, Sven recoiled as he heard the sound of something snapping, had he been hit?! The pain he was feeling was numbed by the adrenaline, had he messed up? Then it was his turn to real in horror when he realized that the noise he had heard was the leader snapping the arrow inside of his own mouth in half.

Sven rolled out of the way of a sudden overhead swipe only to feel the searing pain of Olaf's other axe cleaving into his back, the pain was immense and he found himself hurled up against the floor, Elise cried out in fear, sending an arrow through the mans face, entering through his temple and exiting out just under his nose, the fire mage engulfed him in flames once again with a fireball but still he realed back his axe, ready to strike down on Sven who had turned to face his executioner.

Just before Olaf was about to bring his axe down, Sven hurled the bomb he had been saving into the leaders burning face, the flames ignite the fuse instantly causing the bomb to detonate right in his face, sending blood and brain matter scattering across the grassy floor, the lower half of Olaf fell to the floor on both knees and then all the way to the ground, sending blood pooling in front of him, staining Svens cloths with his opponents blood.

Sven quickly albeit shakily brought a draft to his lips, drinking it down as fast as he could, then another, he lay gasping for breath as his wounds closed up and his body healed. Elise had almost jumped from the wall to get to him, falling to his side as she looked over his wounds, her eyes frightened but wild, worry written across her face.

"Imagine *cough* if we hadn't lied." Sven darkly chuckled to himself, coughing up a little blood. Elise teared up as she hugged his face into her cleavage, something Sven wasn't about to complain about even if he was knocking on deaths door.

After a while he felt well enough to stand, shakily he made his way to the red haired woman in her cell, naked except for the chains that bound her hands to the cage, the chains that bound her hands were red hot from the spells she had cast, Sven noticed, they were almost glowing from the heat! Sven quickly unlocked the cell with the keys resting on the board beside her, and then the manacles that bound her hands, her her fingers were blackened from the burns but she hadn't even made a sound.

"Holy fuck! Quick, drink this!" Sven brought out a draft and lifted it to her lips, she gave Sven a discerning look before she drank it, her fingers began to heal and regain their color. "That must have hurt so much, but you didn't even make a sound..." Sven thought aloud in wonder, she looked down with a saddened expression on her face.

"I... I gave him my fire magic and he... with you..." She felt so guilty, her powers had been used to almost kill an innocent person - someone that was trying to save her no less! All because she gave into his demands. Sven could tell she must be blaming herself and so he shook his head.

"None of this is your fault, I'm sure you had your reasons." Sven noticed the bruises and dried up blood that were beginning to vanish, and then he noticed her state of undress. "Ahem, let me find you some cloths to wear." Sven went off to find her some none blood stained cloths with a blush on his face, Elise had crouched to her side to comfort her.

"My name's Elise, my partners name is Sven, what's yours?" Elise offered the girl some water, which she wasted no time in emptying the animal skin container. When she was done she looked back up at Elise.

"I-Ignis, Ignis Fliora." She stuttered, Elise smiled and patted her hair, the girl was quite small and cute so she couldn't help herself, Ignis blushed at the contact but didn't recoil away from the touch, she found it soothing somehow even amidst all of this chaos and battle scarred terrain. Sven appeared from a tent with some rags that were her size, the bandits gear was a little too big for her so this would have to do, Sven handed her the cloths, looking up at her savior she blushed as she really took in his appearance this time. He was tall and handsome with white hair and red eyes, he almost looked like rabbit, but he had a fierceness to him that a rabbit simply didn't have. But beyond that fierceness there was something soft and kind, she didn't see it before but now that he stood above her, handing her cloths to cover her modesty she saw it clear as day.

"T-Thank you." She took the rags and covered her form, her ample breasts now hidden from view much to Svens hidden disappointment. "What are you two doing out here? Did the guild send you?" The guild? Sven wondered if guilds were even still a thing in this world, do NPC's now populate guilds in place of players? That would sure be interesting. Sven wondered if he should answer her truthfully, he knew he probably shouldn't lie needlessly in front of Elise again, and given that he had freed her from Olaf's twisted hands, she probably wouldn't backstab him if he told her of their true purpose.

"No, we just happened upon this camp when we were searching for a door." Sven explained, Ignis frowned at that.

"A door?" her response.

"Yeah we're as clueless as you, we received a quest from a hamlets village elder to find a secret door with this key." Sven reached into his spacial bag, causing Ignis's eyes to bulge out of her head.

"A hero?! Are you sure he's a good guy?!" Ignis looked to Elise with a startled expression plastered across her face. Elise smiled with a nod.

"He is, although he can be a liar sometimes!" She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand as she did so.

"Are heroes really that bad?" Sven scratched the back of his head nervously.

"The old maesters say so, they say heroes are chosen vessels of evil gods set upon the world to enact the age of monsters! They say that their purpose is to extinguish humanity so as to bring about a new age for the world! Are you sure you're not a bad guy, Sven?!" Ignis trembled, the man before her did look the part of an evil demon lord, after all.

"I promise I'm not like that, I think the maesters you listened to are wrongly remembering history." Sven sighed, his words seemed to placate Ignis as she eased up around him once again. Maybe her maesters were wrong, after all they were recalling history from a hundred years prior, maybe those kinds of heroes were all dead?

"What now?" Ignis asked as she picked herself up shakily, stretching her numb limbs for the first time in a week. What now? Well, it's time to loot of course!