Did you miss me?

Ishtar asked, and then shifted her physical body-shield mass to pull you away, just in time to avoid another hit which was on the way to tear your stomach open. You didn't even have time to say that you are happy to hear her again. After all, fighting for your life seemed a bit more important.

"Oh, so the human can play after all!" The middle hydra's head, Rhea, licked her lips, her hair in complete disarray, she turned from a hot girl into a monster straight out of nightmares.

"It appears so."

They both were now coming onto you, only slowed down by the third one which didn't seem like moving now or in the next century, still in the post orgasmic bliss.

We are connected on a deeper level now, so I watched a couple of, how you say it, movies, straight from your memory. Quite interesting, there is so much porn inside your memory. I have to say that humans have gotten much more inventive since my times.

"Not now, Ishtar." You said through clenched teeth as you blocked a hit, and then rolled to avoid another one.

They tried to catch you in between their bodies to quickly finish you off, but you kept escaping to the side. Their approach was methodic and trained, they clearly did it hundred times before.

But I don't get this Star Wars thing. It seems like a mess that you really like for some reason. There is so much wrong with it, I had to rewatch it several times.

"It's really not the time to talk about it."

You jump away to narrowly avoid the slamming hydra body, the other one already onto you. You extend the shield to both hands and somehow manage to block the next three strikes, before getting an opening to jump away. You plan your next moves, waiting for them since they aren't that fast and can't catch up to your speed.

I have to say, I was very disappointed that they didn't expand on Luke and Leia's possible romance. He didn't get any pussy in the end...

She kept on blabbering inside your mind, and you wished you could just switch her off, the rising anger getting closer to the tipping point with each second. Both of the hydra heads were attacking you at the same time, and it was hard enough to avoid and block them without someone ruining your favourite franchise inside your head.

And those movies you call 'prequels' in your memory. You realize that a lot of stuff in them didn't make much sense? Like there are so many things that were made up to keep the plot going. Star Trek at least tries to keep it all together. Do you even like those garbage movies?

"You know what, yes!"

You shouted in response, surprising the enemies, finally giving you an opening to strike. You made a swing to hit both of their stomach areas, knocking the air out of each of them.

"They might not be perfect, might not be good, might not make a lot of sense, but I still like them!"

You went on to fight like a machine, turning the shield into battle glove, spreading the hits equally, not giving any possible quarter or chance to recover. The only way you were holding yourself back was not turning the gloves into spikes which would probably end the fight fast, with massive amounts of bloodshed. But you only wanted to knock them out.

"And I am entitled to my own opinion, as you are. But you don't have to be so obnoxious about yours!"

Next jaw-breaking uppercut slammed the head on the right and she dropped on the ground, finally being knocked out of the fight, but that gave the last one time to retreat.

"Who are you talking to? Are you insane?" She asked with fear painting on her face.

"None of your fucking business!"

Nice one.

Ishtar added with a happy voice, but you weren't having it.

"And you shut up!"

You responded, and then - after a four step runway - you jumped towards her, knocking her claws out of the way, and your gravity reinforced weight tripped her over, making you both fall to the ground. You prepared your hand to hit her face, but she raised her arms and screamed:

"Parley! I give up!"