There are a few, yeah

Yuri turned to head into the city, and was immediately met with a barrage of crossbow bolts. Two arcing rows of guards armed with crossbows had taken aim at her while she was adjusting her grip on her caught woman, and the leader with the long spear had just ordered them to fire. Yuri grit her teeth, ducking underneath the higher bolts and knocking the lower ones out of the air with her sword. The caught woman in her arms only realized they were being shot at when she heard the sharp clang of the metal bolt tips striking the flat of Yuri's stolen longsword. For a moment, her fear of being shot outweighed her fear of Yuri, and she wrapped her arms tight around the swordswoman's neck.

"Warming up to me already?" Yuri continued flirting with the woman in her arms, even though she knew they didn't speak the same language. She hoped at least some of her intentions were getting through, and to drive the point home, she stole a kiss from the scared woman's pursed lips, just as the second volley of bolts was fired.

Yuri was expecting the projectiles this time, and she effortlessly leapt over them, gaining about three meters of air with her vertical jump. She was not, however, expecting the fireball that came a second after the bolts, aimed to catch her in the air. There was no dodging in the air with nothing to push off of. Yuri spun around, maneuvering the woman in her arms to keep the blast from reaching her, and then she felt the fire scorch her back.

The **** of the blast spun her head over heels three times before she landed on her feet, a little dizzied and with a terrible burning sensation across her upper back. "Perfect," she said, letting her catch slip out of her grasp. The woman looked up at her confused, and Yuri pushed her down until she was flat against the dirt road. The smile on Yuri's face only widened as she spun around. The woman behind her began to ask something, but before she could finish, Yuri was already gone.

With just three long, quick steps, Yuri was past the third barrage of bolts and the double line of shooters, having knocked aside the bolts that were on course to strike the woman behind her before slipping to the side of the guards' ranks. She stood face to face with the mage who had cast the fireball from the backlines- another cute catch. This one was short, just over 150 cm, with long, dark brown hair, and pale skin. Her irises glowed, fiery red; the same color as the glyphs she formed in the air as she chanted her next spell.

"-Pyriphlogos, I beseech thee, grant thine servant but the tiniest speck of thine limitless power, to swallow mine foes in scorching fury!" Yuri clapped her hands together, glad to finally understand something that someone else was saying for the first time since her awakening. The mage continued, combining the fiery glyphs hovering before her into a magnificent spell circle as she spoke, "I beg of thee, Wondrous Pyriphlogos, Lord of All Fires and master of my heart, accept mine offering of mana, drawn forth from the depths of my soul, and smite this demon with an unending stream of righteous red-"

Yuri tilted her head in an expression of her curiosity, and interrupted the chant, asking, "Are you a virgin?"

"-conflagration. Come, Flame Pillaw?!" The mage lost her focus, tearing the spell circle and failing the chant at the very last moment, after all of the power of the spell was already concentrated and ready to be channeled. The energy manifested in the shape of a large, fluffy-looking, glowing red cushion on the ground between the mage and Yuri.

"Well, that's definitely going to explode," Yuri noted. The flaming pillow started to expand and glow brighter, swiftly turning from a dull brown, to a bright red, and then to a shining white. Yuri looked up at the mage to see if she was going to do anything to fix things. Far from it, the mage started flailing and shouting in that same unknown language that all of the others used. "Okay, okay, don't worry. I've got this."

Yuri flipped the pillow into the air with her sword, which immediately melted and dripped into a pool of molten iron. Wincing at the unfortunate loss of another sword, Yuri drop-kicked the pillow the rest of the way into the sky, where it exploded into a beautiful yellow-orange blossom of raw elemental fire. Shading her eyes, Yuri admired the power released in the blast, and the beauty of the bright colors in the starry night sky.

After a brief examination of her burnt foot, Yuri determined that it would probably heal on its own in a minute or two. She turned her attention to the mage girl instead. The girl was utterly stunned by Yuri's display of strength. After a few seconds of Yuri staring at the mage and the mage staring into space, the short girl spoke, "You… talk… Language of Power?" Her words came out a little funky, in part because she was still coming out of her shock, and in part because she wasn't used to speaking casually in a complicated, dead language used only for casting spells.

"Yeah, sure," Yuri answered, assuming that was probably the name of her language. She also mistook the mage's shock and confusion for disappointment that her spell hadn't had the effect she desired. To cheer her up, she said, "Anyways, that was a really cool spell, I think you messed up on the last word of the chant- it was probably supposed to be flame pillar not pillow, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll get it next time. By the way, earlier I was asking if you were a virgin, and if you are, I wanted to ask too, would you like to have sex with me and become part of my harem?"

The mage's mouth hung open in disbelief as Yuri reassuringly patted the short girl on the shoulder with one hand, absentmindedly tweaked her own nipple with the other, and simultaneously poked the mage's robes over her crotch with her naked erection. The mage glanced down to look at Yuri's meaty length. Her eyes widened, and Yuri asked her, "Like what you see?" Then, the mage fainted, collapsing right into Yuri's arms; her delicate fingers just happening to brush over the shaft of the swordswoman's engorged cock.

"Whoa, whoa, fuck, fuuuuck," Yuri shivered, holding the limp mage in her arms as she orgasmed from her light touch, painting the mage's red robes white with a couple of ounces of thick semen. "Oh my gods, I swear, I can keep going, see, I'm still hard-" Yuri anxiously lifted the mage's chin, only just realizing that the girl was **** after she saw her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. "Oh, well, she's swooning for me already! Sweet!"