Spear

There really wasn't much choice for weapons on the Lewin forge. Pinehurst was a peaceful town far from anything important. They mostly made horseshoes and tools.

Katarina left the large axes and saws, too heavy and inefficient for her small frame. She grabbed a hunting knife, its thin curved blade was more suited to skinning an animal but she wasn't about to be picky. Then she grabbed her work belt and attached the knife, still in its sheath to her left side. Next Katarina studied the longer tools standing in a barrel at the far corner of the shop. Hoes, shovels and pitchforks were decent in a fight and she was only going to be fighting imps. Still, the tools were not ideal.

Ah! Katarina suddenly recalled the perfect solution to her problem. Behind the counter there was a long wooden handle with cloth wrapped around one end. Picking it up she unwrapped the end revealing the silver glint of good steel. The blade was about a handspan in length and two razor sharp edges ran down from a curved tip towards the haft of the spear. A young female elf had brought it in a couple of months ago with a broken haft. She had paid for the weapon to be fixed but never came back for it. Hopefully she was alright and had just forgotten about it. Grabbing the spear with both hands, she got a feel for the weight and made a few swings and stabs.

"It is like catching fish." She said to herself. She had gone spearfishing with friends near the river a couple of times. The spears they had used then were more like really pointy sticks though. This was longer and heavier, certainly made for battle.

Outside the storm had passed and all was quite it seemed. At least Katarina couldn't hear anything from inside the forge.

"Right. Save the village. Save the village" Trying to reassure herself. Carefully unbarring the front door she quietly cracked it open and looked into the street. She could hear the crickets chirping. Seems like nothing out of the ordinary had happened so far.

Where are the bastards hiding.

Katarina stepped out and tried to stay in the shadows of the buildings. Darting from spot to spot she silently went in the direction of her home.

She hadn't even passed two buildings when she heard something from the Sowdoh Bakery. Straining her eyes Katarina thought she could hear people clapping inside.

Crouching and moving ever so slowly, Katarina went to investigate. She peered into the bakery's window to see what was going on inside. Her jaw dropped.

A naked woman was on all fours on her hands and knees. The fact that she had a slightly rounder figure and was in the bakery could only mean she was the baker's daughter, Gilly. Gilly Sowdoh was a brunette with curly hair and kind eyes. Currently though she was being mounted by two imps!

Katarina watched in horror as the two imps used Gilly's body for pleasure. One fucking her pussy and the other fucking her mouth. The unfortunate girl had her eyes closed, tears running down her face. Katarina's blood boiled at the sight.

Gilly! I'll kill those imps for you! Hang on.