RAGE!

"GRAAAAH!"

Karlach's warrior cry was echoed by the scream of cultists that, clearly, weren't prepared for a barbarian's blind fury! She charged head first into the fray, swinging her mighty axe in every direction. Blood splattered, flames flew--

They tried to fight back, of course. But once Karlach got going, she was in unrelenting force. Any hits were completely disregarded, any restraints were broken through. As she used her spare hand to grab at enemies, it quickly became clear that her hands were more deadly than her weapon!

"...That girl taught me to make raisin bread this morning." Shadowheart mused, sitting on a rock and watching the bloodbath.

"Your cooking may be the one thing deadlier than our barbarian." Lae'zel hissed, earning a spiteful glare from the cleric, which she promptly ignored. "But yes-- Beneath her gentle exterior lies a true beast of a warrior."

"We're lucky to have her... Though I don't think our coin purses would agree."

Yes, Karlach's rage, though incredibly helpful in battle, came at a cost. A literal cost.

Not long ago, Karlach had found some truly formidable metal plated armor! It lasted only a few battles. The next armor was metal, but cheaper, and as expected, lasted even shorter. Then there was leather-- Treated with fire resistance-- And that didn't seem to help.

See, Karlach constantly burned hot. But when she raged-- She burned HOT. Hot enough to melt through metal plating, leather straps and just about anything else they could find! As was the case today.

Karlach slammed her weapon into the ground. Panting. Her rage simmered, the flames dissipated from her body... As did the the scorched scraps of her clothing. Karlach stood proud, grinning at her friends! Only to glance down at the excessive amounts of red she was showing.

"Ah, hells, not again..."

One hand crossed over her heavy, red tinted breasts, while the other was brought over her hairless pussy. She approached her party members, laughing awkwardly, while crouching slightly to shield her body.

"Always get a bit carried away, don't I?" She chuckled, tail swaying. "Think I could borrow a bit of gear?"

"About that..." Shadowheart averted her gaze.