Kassandra Ohne Gnade, Brigand ( )

Kassandra Ohne Gnade was a veteran of the Hundred Years War like many of the mercenaries in the 182nd, serving near the end of the conflict - though was part of the Kinderkreuzzug when Schweiziland was running out of men (and at that point, women) to send as volunteers.

Being **** to be accustomed to warfare when she returned to nothing but a village of soot and ash once the war was over, the mental trauma molded her into a young woman of discord which was evident by her enjoyment of the slaughter of her comrade-in-arms, and of her own. Hacking and slashing left and right, her crimson blade was not sated, and neither was she.

Liberating her sword from the elven guard's chest, something caught her eye: a door to a small abode was closed quietly, and quickly she became curious. Arriving and slowly opening the door, she investigated what appeared to be a living room, eyes squinted with a dagger rather than a sword in her hands. A vase was smashed and quickly, she demanded for whoever it was to show themselves.

A blonde male elf, which seemed to be a tad older than her presumably, slowly revealed himself. His clothes said that he seemed to be part of the middle class than royalty or riches, Kassandra wished she had a flintlock for this occasion, though figured that her ardent blades were cheaper than a lead ball.

Her thought process was interrupted by a ceramic vase over her head made effective from the lack of proper headgear on her person. While dazed, however, the blurry outlines of a white tunic was clear even in the darkness, and she eyed the two inhabitants before disarming the vase-smasher by grabbing their arm with a swift kick to the chest.

With her sword on the latter's chest and dagger pointed at the former, her vision returned to see that it was a young female elf, similar looking to the male, hyperventilating at the weapon between her rather large breast. Thinking for a minute, Kassandra asked one question:

"Are the two of you related?" The female nodded and a glance at the other confirmed it.

"She's my sister, madame." And the other confirmed it with a nod. Kassandra lifted her sword for a few inches, gesturing for the girl to stand up.

"And what is your age?" The Brigand asked the sister.

"N- Nineteen, and he's twenty five." A sick thought came to Kassandra, one that she witnessed personally after the war. With one command, she made her intentions clear once the girl was on her feet.

"Undress."

"What?" The two exclaimed.

"You heard me, both of you, undress now or you'll never see the light of day ever again." Reluctantly they obliged with hopes at the back of their minds that they'll live by the end of this. As the tunic of the female elf was removed, it was immediately clear to everyone in the room that no such underwear was found on her person and displayed a pair of 38D cups with perky tits.

Her brother, meanwhile, removed his trousers first, and soon, both women witnessed a rather flabby rod, as long as seven inches. Kassandra smiled at the size of such manhood (elfhood?) and gestured for him to come closer before either could finish undressing.

"Or else she dies." She warned.

Shoulder to shoulder, both elves waited as to what the mercenary woman wanted them to do, unaware that the choice of clothing that they removed enforced it.