They Intervene

Unable to watch anymore, Cecilia charged foward, interceeding herself between the toads and the beserker. The dark skinned woman barely took notice, the lust haze clouding her eyes. Just as she had trouble with friend and foe in her beserker state, her lust filled one had little differianted to. She didn't care who fucked her, as long as her need was sated.

"Well, guess we're helping the barbarian after all." Myria mumbled, drawing her own weapon. She knew this was going to end badly; they would either lose and all get fucked, or win and take along a woman who very likely would try to mow them down the first rage she got into.

Dew kept to the back, still out of sight, while channeling a spell. It was going to be a tougher fight than one toad, but our party was confident in thier victory.