The Lizardfolk make an example out of Liv

The Lizardfolk champion waved his arm as he stepped forward toward Liv; the warriors backed away to allow him to approach her.

"Alright, so I guess you're first!" Liv sneered at him, as she raised her rifle in a last ditch effort to defend herself, but the champion was much faster. He dropped his hammer and with one powerful fist, smacked her clean across the face, sending Liv roughly to the ground. Her rifle fell from her grip as the world spun around her.

She had no time to reorient herself before the champion grabbed the back of her collar, hoisting her up in the air toward the Bravos and guards. He was nearly a meter taller than her and Liv's feet dangled helplessly in the air as he held her aloft, a trickle of blood ran down from her nose.

The lizardfolk champion barked out something in his strange tongue toward the rest of the Bravos, then gave another order to his followers. He dropped her, and scurrying like rats, several of the Lizardfolk rushed forward to catch their new prize. Sharp claws made quick work of Liv's clothing, leaving long, raking red lines along her back and chest. Her breasts heaved with pain and exhaustion--everything was moving far too quickly for her to think straight.

As the lizardfolk champion stepped forward to help his remaining tribesmen engage the rest of the Bravos and guards, Liv was thrown roughly to the ground. The champion, it seemed, had no more use for her, but the four of the smaller lizardfolk had tossed aside their loincloths, ready to make full use of their new prize.