Hold her fire

Alice looks at it and her finger twitches. The insane roar behind her almost causes her hair to wave. She sees something in its eyes. Fury. Raw fury. She doesn't know why she does it, but she leans back as far as she can. The stone axe rips through the air creating great whooping sounds in slow motion. Her body is charged and her mind is ready. She feels the breeze of it touch her heaving chest as it sails past. Alice arches her back, and sees that big bastard of an axe slam into the thing's face, destroying the outer chitonous shell on the left side.

The roar of triumph from the Red monster competes with the howls of pain from the Ape-Mantis thing. It rushes passed her and out into the night. Alice breathes and listens to the sounds of stone and muscle inflicted upon...something squishy.

When it returns, its chest is heaving. Its right hand holds a glob of bulbous, pulsing tissue that pulses at irregular beats. "Must be its heart." she thinks. Her senses sharpen as her eyes meet its. She knows her legs are glistening with sweat and bare to its gaze. She knows her nipples are hard and pushing against the fabric of her bra. She sees its long, swinging cock swelling by the pulse as it sways toward her, lifting the leather loincloth before he brushes it aside as if it were a gnat upon food.

Alice bites her lip, and thinks of her options. Does she fight, "negotiate", make a break for it, or does it matter?