Terror at the Bridge

My head was ringing from the blow, but I eventually managed to stand up and look around me. The situation wasn't too pretty. There hadn't just been one explosion, I could see at least five different dark sports across the pavement and the sidewalk of the bridge. Quite a few cars had been turned over, but thankfully it seems like me and Regina were the only pedestrians who had been bombed.

It worried me that I couldn't see her. I couldn't have rolled that far, could I? But if I didn't, where was she? I wanted to take the fact that I couldn't see a corpse as a good sign, something that could help me believe she survived that. But how could I know that she didn't just turn into ash, adding to those black piles in front of me? She was right in the middle of an explosion. How many of those monsters had been on top of her? Three? Four? Did they all explode at the same time? She had been brave or foolish enough to risk being stabbed with hundreds of sharp pieces of metal before, but Friendly's claws proved that she could still be hurt.

It was then that I looked at the ring, and the answer became clear. Same as what I did in the hideout, only that this time I would do it in reverse. "I wish for Regina to be next to me!"

I was overwhelmed by the feeling of relief that came over me the moment I was able to see my lecherous friend again. I jumped towards her with the meanest hug I could give her. "Don't ever do that to me again!" I demanded as I effortlessly carried her over my waist like she was a stuffed over-sized Teddy Bear I had won in a fair. "I thought that you were a goner!" I told her as I shook her body around. It was at this moment that I finally noticed a small detail: Regina might have survived, but her clothes hadn't. Which meant that her large breasts were currently covering my arms as I took the air out or her with my affection, that her bare bottom was rubbing against gut, and that if my shoes suddenly started feeling wet-

"I want you to dominate me as much as you want Hera, but even I don't think this is the right moment for that stuff!" There was a panic in her voice, and I would soon notice the source. There were more of those ugly rocky creatures emerging from the ground, some of them even running towards us from far away. None of them looked like they wanted to congratulate us on the whole 'still being alive' feat. Quite the contrary, they were hungry for a do-over.

I dropped Regina as gently as I could without doing it in too much of a brute-like manner. "Behind me!" I yelled, before I turned to check and blew a gasket over seeing that there were just as many of the monsters coming from that direction. We were being surrounded by dozens on all sides. Well, all but two of them. "Under me!" I yelled again as I **** Regina to lay down and stood over her. Either this was going to be just what we needed, or I had doomed us.

Rocks were certainly an interesting material to build mooks out of. It would be imposible for a normal human to be able to deal with them effectively, since any clean fist attack will only result in pain and bullets would be useless. However, sturdiness was essentially all they had in their favor. They were quite slow, meaning that they could only pull that explosion quick by catching someone off guard. And more importantly, when the person punching them can simply put her weight into it and deliver more power with each strike than an Elephant would with a stomp, their bodies wouldn't be able to take it and would become dust.

So I demolished the first one that got close enough to threaten us, I felt like I could do this. When I did the same thing to the second one, I really liked my odds of making it out alive out of here. By the third one, I was on a roll and I knew that the day could be saved. They came like an ocean wave, and they would leave carried by the wind. I was not a trained fighter, but I was quickly learning how to brawl against a horde.

They didn't last a minute. I have no idea how many of them there had been, but my guess from how tired they had left me was somewhere around forty or fifty. My entire body was burning, and I had almost forgotten that flesh occasionally did that even if you hadn't recently used your magical ring to make a wish come true.

I fell to my knees, needing desperately to catch my breath after going all out. Strangely enough, I felt a sort of ticklish sensation on my lower body. It was slightly cold, and it was spreading all across my-waitaminutehere...

"Oh, you didn't want to celebrate?" Regina asked, quite confused. It was only now that I had enough time to take one long look at myself and realize that most of my clothing had been left quite tattered by the explosions that started this off. Even if I hadn't been left completely naked like Regina was, my wears were being mostly unworn due to how many holes there were. And, oddly enough, the crotch of my pants seemed to be completely gone. Along with my underwear. Somehow, I felt it like Regina probably tore those parts off. It simply seemed much likelier for that to be the case than it was for exactly that one area to have been conveniently blown off.

I dragged her to her feet and used the ring to give us our clothes back. She was slightly bummed out about it, but she shook it off in just a matter of seconds. Once her mood was back, she took the chance to get her payback for the hug from earlier. "Hera, that was amazing!" She buried my face in her chest as she cheered me on, and there was a part of me that felt like I could fall asleep between her pillows. However, the commotion I heard around me put me back in the line of duty.

As I backed away from Regina's grip, I could see a crowd had gathered. They were scared, they were frightened, lots of them were hurt, and worst of all, they were all hoping I could save them. They had seen me fight off the horrible creatures, and now everyone wanted me to escort them personally to safety. Which I couldn't do, because I didn't have any way to lead what seemed like a hundred people while paying attention to all of them and keeping them safe from whoever was behind this. I had to find a way to both evacuate them and search for the culprit, and the answer came to me once Regina walked close enough towards my back for me to feel her breasts push against me.

I whispered my dirty plan into my ring lady's ear and her eyes lighted up as if I had told her that Christmas was coming early this year. She quickly nodded to approve of my idea, and I engraved it into reality. 'I wish that whenever Regina lifts up her shirt while keeping it on to flash her tits, everyone who is close enough to see it (except for me) is compelled to look at them and follow her'.

With gusto, Regina walked in front of me, stomped the ground while whistling loudly to get everyone's attention, and teasingly rolled her shirt up over her massive mammaries. The crowd, who had seen so restless a moment ago, became fixated on them. Entranced with their erotic beauty, one by one, they all walked along with her as they got as far away as they could from the direction I was walking towards. And we got quite lucky with the timing, as it seemed like the man responsible for all this destruction seemed to have finally made his presence be known.

He looked like a guy in his late thirties. He was of pale skin and had a thick black mustache that combined with his old timey costume made him look like quite the vaudevillian. With emphasis on the villain part. "Strange, I was convinced that the strongwoman lived elsewhere in the country. I know you folk are less territorial than you should be, but wouldn't you think your colleague will be offended you have no confidence in her abilities to deal with crime?" There was a pretentious politeness to his tone of voice. And it was slightly insulting that he was likely mistaking me for Build-up.

"Of course, today has proven you were correct in doubting her. But that doesn't mean that you haven't bruised her ego. I would recommend going to deal with that right at this moment and getting out of my way." He stood still, tapping his foot and looking down at me like I was the most bothersome annoyance that he has ever had to deal with. "I am not paid by the hour, so I'd be grateful if you can make this quick."

"See, I think you're confusing me with someone else. And you're also confusing that other person with some character you saw on TV, because I don't think that any living being would actually listen to your little pieces of advice." I started walking towards him. "You talk a big game for someone who's in range of the same person who wrecked your tougher friends. I would surrender now if I was you."

He laughed, shaking his head and covering his face with a hand. "Oh lady, you're certainly one to talk about things that will never happen. You've certainly never heard of The Exploiter before, or about what I do" A hand grabbed my ankle. I punched down without keeping my eyes from him and got the placement right the third time, busting the head of his rock-man. That made him take a step back, but he continued babbling while looking away from me. "I-I'm a man with a curious combination of powers! My mind has a built in sonar sense of how many living beings are within a ten mile radius around me and if they're powerful, and I am also able to create and blow up mineral minions as long as I have the energy to do such things" He turned around with exaggerated flamboyance, standing on his tiptoes for a couple of seconds.

"So you want to stall, then? For you to get your energy back?" I was confused over why he would let me know this. "And you're thinking that I'll just let you do it, rather than giving you a gut punch and taking the wind out of your sails?"

He waggled a finger, while the other hand once again covered his face. "Well, uh, you don't have a choice. Not if you want to, uh, save lives over ruining mine." He chuckled to himself. "There's a school bus driving towards us. I know because I've **** it to change the route if the driver didn't want himself and all those innocent kids to die a fiery ****. In around 15 seconds, I will make one of my minions blow up at the right distance to blow one of its tires. If my calculations are correct, the bus will then launch itself over the bridge! And if you want to save them, you'll have to hurry there. Which means you won't have the time to capture me." It was then that I could hear an explosion in the distance. "And that's my cue to leave, good luck with the heroics." He broke into a run, going away from me in a diagonal manner as if he wanted to put as much distance between us as there could be.

He could be bluffing. But did I want to run the risk of that?