Yes, they do battle.

“TOADS!” Cecilia shouted, pulling tight the strap she had been toying with and grabbing her sword. Raquel leaped to her feet, her daze broken. It seemed that, for the berserker, there was only a slim line between horniness and battle-rage, and one could easily be transmuted into the other. She grabbed her axe and charged forward, heedless of her nudity or the minotaur cum dripping from her pussy.

Her companion, Mizuki, sent a hail of throwing stars at the toads. They seemed to do little damage to the toads’ thick hides, leaving only thin red marks, but the movements of the ones she had targeted seemed to slow. Dew smiled as she prepared another attack spell. Doubtless the ninja’s weapons were poisoned like the toads claws – they were getting a taste of their own medicine, although she doubted Mizuki was using an aphrodisiac.

Myria and Lucinda were both **** to abandon their pants in the haste to fight. Myria danced around the toads with her blades flashing, nimbly dodging their counter swipes and struggling to ignore the lingering dampness in her womanhood. She saw the beastmaster select a crystal, and wondered what monster she would choose for battle.

She had expected something strong and fierce, but when she saw Lucinda’s choice, she was so surprised she almost let a toad hit her.

A dryad had appeared, a beautiful woman with leafy-green hair and skin the colour of polished wood. “How may I serve you, mistress?” she asked Lucinda. The way she glanced at the other woman’s exposed pussy and licked her lips left no doubt as to the answer she expected, but Lucinda shook her head.

“No, Willow. Distract the toads.”

The dryad seemed unperturbed by this. She spun round with a dancer’s grace, smiled at the toads, and spread her pussy. Even in the midst of battle, this was not an invitation the lustful beasts could refuse. In a moment, three were on her, filling her mouth and drilling into her pussy and arsehole. From the way she was wriggling and moaning round the cock in her lips, she seemed to be enjoying herself thoroughly.

Elsewhere, Cecilia was cutting a bloody path through the toads. Their claws were designed to barely damage what they hit, instead injecting venom, and her armour easily thwarted them.

But others were not so lucky. Myria had been slashed across the chest, tearing her shirt and leaving one of her breasts exposed and marked with red lines. A similar claw-mark could be seem along her bare buttock. So far, she fought on, but her movements were becoming unsteady.

Raquel’s naked flesh was covered in dozens such wounds, but she was too lost in her frenzy to care. It was Mizuki who was in the worst state. A toad had cornered the agile but delicate ninja and half shredded her tight garb. Slowly, she sank to her knees and reached out for its cock, her delicate fingers caressing it as she took it into her mouth.

The battle hung in the balance, and the toad-mage still hadn’t made its move.