Time For a duel!

Despite your previously injuries, and exhusation, you stand your ground. Unsheating your blade, you point at it at the mimic as you challenge them to a fight to the ****. The mimic laughs to itself, sounding like a man who had loss their mind. Despite not understanding their mad laugh, you do understand body langauge, as sharp claws shoot out their finger tips. They accept your challenge.

The two of you clash with each other, your blade striking their claws, as you desperately tried to strike down them where they stand. The two of you continue to clash for abit, as either one of you are able to get a solid hit in. This fight is tough, the mimic is just as fast, if not faster right now thanks to all your set backs. Your body not having time to rest, you struggle to keep up with the fully engaged monster.

It wouldn't be long until you make your first slip up, as you were just a second top slow to prevent the mimic from slicing at the side of your face. The cut is small, would barely scar, but it's just proof your struggle to keep up anymore. The mimic seizes on the opportunity, as they launched another barrge of attacks against you, forcing you on defense.

You tried to swap your handling, trying to turn your sword into a shield, only for the mimic to slice at your arm. Trying to counter back you go for a wide swing against them, only for mimic to leap over, and scratch your back. You turn to face them, only the monster to slash at your heels. Right now, you feel like your fighting a group of monsters, as just the one speeds all around you, cutting you like it was nothing.

In the end of the barrage, you are left heavily injury. Your whole body drips blood, as you struggle to stand, using your weapon to keep still despite all the pain. The mimic lands infront of you, letting rip another sinster cackle as they have won this duel. In retaliation, you tried thrust your blade foward to stab the monster, only them to casual knock of your grip, and **** you with their grip.

You struggle in the air, as the mimic raises you high above the ground. Their tongue slithering out of the mouth, as it begins to creep it's way up your legs. Slipping past the gaps in your leather the panties, the mimic inserts it's tongue into your vagina. You can feel it crawling up it way inside, as it searches for another part of your womenhoood, gasping it finally touches your uterus. With another deeo crackle, the mimic tongue begins to shape shift as you dozens of sharp teeth pierce inside of you.

Slip!!

Whipping their tongue back out, the mimic lets out another wicked laugh as they had just castrated you. With you, only to stare blanky down at the mess they had just made with your womenhood, before blacking out.

Status Report!

Well, you fought well at least. Shame too, if you healed up, maybe you had a better shot at killing them