The Toad Attacks Myria

The Cave Toad stared between its potential victims. Each one would feel tight around its cock, of that it knew well. The one in robes was far to the back, a bit harder to get to. The one in armor would be harder to strip, its claws might simply be shrugged off. That left the slim, athletic one in light armor. Despite her rapier, it saw her as the easiest to escape with. With no warning, its tongue darted out, attempting to snare the duelist and bring it back to its waiting claws.

Myria had fought in several duels. One thing she had always picked up on was the tensing of muscles before a strike. Someone might try to hide the attack behind a feint, or even shift thier eyes at a different point of attack, but shoulders and hips never lied. In the sack and on the field of battle, Myria always watched her opponents hips. The tell tale shift in its body marked her as its target, and her eyes watched as the toad launched its attack... and countered with her own. A downward strike of her rapier, and in an instant, the longe, strong tongue was pinned to the ground. "Gotcha, Froggy!"

She smirked, stepping on the tongue and watching the blood freely ooze from the wound. With the toad pinned down, it could do little to defend itself against the charging paladin that followed as well as the lightning bolt that struck its hide. Within a moment, the toad was slain, and Myria unsheathed her weapon from the apendage. "Surprised no brothels take these things. Long tongue and dick? Tamed a madam could make a fortune!"

"That is... a disturbing thought." Cecilia said, frowning at Myria for her rather vulgar sense of humor. Myria chuckled in response, wiping off her weapon and sheathing it. "Don't knock it til you try it."

Dew remained silent, following the two, her green eyes staring down at the dead creature with a bit of inquisativeness. Deep down she felt relieved, not sure what her reaction would have been if it had choosen her as the target instead.