Rush her!

As fun as it might be to actually speak, it would be much more fun to finally knock down a hero! You waste no time sprinting forward, ignoring her question entirely. The rubbish and clutter that filled these alleyways proved no obstacle to someone like yourself as you easily avoided them, closing in. The ranger’s eyes widened and her hand reached back for an arrow. Would she be quick enough?

No. The red headed ranger had only just begun to pull back her bowstring when you were upon her. Muscles bulging, your fist flew straight into her stomach with loud thump.

[Crit! 8 damage!]

All was still. Neither of you moved for a few moments. This was it. Either she fell down or you got an arrow in your face. Looking up, you were greeted with sight of her pretty green eyes wide as saucers. Then they closed and she dropped her bow and slumped forward into you. You easily catch the smaller woman and held her upright. You won. You won! Suddenly, you feel a surge of heat flow through your body and a sound like a church bell tolling.

[Level up! Level 2]

[Str +1, Def +1, HP +5]

[New Ability: Simple Weapon proficiency)

[New Ability: Intimidation]

Woah. Did you just level up? You knew heroes could but it never occurred to you that monsters could as well. Flexing, you felt like a million gold. Stronger and tougher than before. You also had a sudden understanding of how best to use weapons and the art of intimidation. No wonder heroes walked all over you before. If they were doing this constantly it only made sense. But now that you knew it was possible, maybe it was time to grind a bit yourself.

But first you had to deal with the ranger. She was defeated, but using non-lethal weapons meant her body didn’t disappear. She was instead simply knocked out. Holding her like this made you really see how small she was compared to you. And she smelled amazing as well... All of a sudden your thug instincts began kicking in. Time to take your prize. Dropping her to the floor, you kneel down and begin to unzip and unfasten whatever you could find. Her bag was rummaged through and you grabbed whatever gold you found lying about as well as a small club. You could use that now so why not. But surprisingly she had little to take. Or atleast you couldn’t find more than a handful of gold. The rest was junk that even a thief would turn his nose up at. You were about to stand up when you saw buttons for her tunic. Popping them, you were gifted the view of the beautifully pale skin of her chest. All she had on was a simple cloth brazier under that armor. Another part of your thug instincts awoke. What happens to lone women who fall prey to thugs in alley?