Branches before the tree

Rushing into a storm wasn't Nami's style, especially when it involved being caught between a giant pig-man and his flunkies.

She swerved to the side, delivering a spin kick into the first lackey's side. In a howl of surprise, he flew from the impact, landing into his equally shocked accomplice. They tumbled off stage in a tangled mess, followed by a round of applause from the audience for the heroine's performance.

Two down, one to go.

She stared at her remaining opponent. By no means was this going to be an easy fight. The monster was easily twice her size, most of that mass apparently made of muscle. She didn't have much time to think however, as the giant then quickly charged forward with its club swinging upward.

Too fast!

For its size the Orc Master was surprisingly agile. In an instant he had closed the gap between them, and with no space to dodge Nami was sent through the air.

Crack.

"Gah!"

She landed on the far end of the stage, the wind literally knocked out of her as she gasped for air. With that single blow, it felt like every part of her body was broken. She writhed on the floor, trying to regain control of her limbs as the ominous thump of footsteps edged closer and closer.

She hacked and wheezed, finally managing to at least prop herself up on her elbows in time to see two large feet standing before her. And between those feet...

"Wh...What is that?!" she screamed.

The Orc Master had removed his loin cloth, looming his erection over the heroine in a display of dominance.

Nami wasn't even sure if she could call that thing a penis. Not only was its size and length ridiculously obscene, but its pink flesh was shaped like a wart covered corkscrew.

"Don't... Don't joke around," she spat with a grim smile. "What kind of show do you think this is?"