Tough, skilled Tybard.

Wit can be quite helpful, and make things easier in life, but rat-faced Kint is just not the man in bed you'd want to serve for the coming weeks or months. He might be gentle enough, but his puny prick won't make you happy.

Being nice and amiable has its advantages, but actually you rather imagine Oddo being taken advantage of. He's too inept, too simple-hearted to make it far in this world, even though he somehow has managed to stay alive so far. Still, just one look at his fat body and a vision of yourself bouncing up and down on his greasy loins don't indicate a much fulfillment - supposing he can keep his claim on you against all the viler, meaner parts of population out there.

That finally leaves Tybard. Strong, tough, skilled Tybard. Facing trials of survival, Tybard is most likely the one to come out on top and unscarred. You have been afraid of him and his brutality ever since you got sold to them by Gnaw and his Goblin band, but if you somehow manage to keep him pleased, future might not look that bad.

You smile as a wicked idea comes into your mind. Sleazily wiggling your ass, you slide up behind Tybard, lay your arms around his neck and press your breasts against his shoulder. Quietly you whisper in his ear: "You're much stronger than the two of them together. Why don't you just claim me by **** and feed them some morsels of coins to be rid of them?" If Tybard is really as tough as you believe him to be, he should be up to the task. On the other hand, if he cannot win you from these two loosers, you really might be better off on the **** market.

Tybard scratches his beard and finally says: "Okay. I've had enough of this. The two of ya are not worth my time anymore." His hand glides to the hilt of his longsword which he pulls out to a third of its length. "I know my idea is the best, and I'm sick of your follies. Listen, you useless scumbags, without me you'd see the ants from down below since long. Who saved yer asses back at Burning Vale? Who slew half a score of orcs, when you hid your sorry asses behind the trees? I'm so sick of your sight. I'm done with you."

"Whut a' ya sayin'?" whines Obbo. "We've been thru sooo many a'ventures..."

"Yeah, a waste of time now as I look back."

Kint is not that easily bullied. His hand glides to his belt as he listens to Obbo's weak lament.

"Stop it, Kint!" Tybard barks. "One inch further, and I slice you in two halves."

Kint's eyes narrow. Obbo steps back. So do you, to give Tybard free roome for striking out. The sight of the two men staring at each other with sudden hatred, makes your inflamed body tingle with excitement. Whoever the winner will be, he'll be the one you'll cast your dice with.

"C'mon, friends," pleads Obbo, his fat cheeks wobbling. "Wu've been friends fer such a long time. Wu'll find a solution dad suits all of us."

"Fuck it, Obbo," snorts Tybard. "I'll give you my spare coins and you may call yerself lucky for it."

Kint just stares at Tybard, his mind racing through possibilities and consequences.

Obbo whines, and keeps saying: "Noo, dun do dad. Wu'll find a solution. Dun do dad!"

Then, it all happens very fast and very deadly. Kint's hand darts for his throwing knife as he takes a step back to get out of Tybard's reach. But Tybard must have sensed the rat-man's maneuver and bares his sword with one single pull. Kint's arm strikes high, the blade ready for the deadly throw, but Tybard is faster. In a daring and rather suicidal flash, he hurls his longsword at his ex-companion. The shimmering blade buzzes eerily through the air, just to sink itself for a good two handful of steel into Kint's chest, felling him to the ground from pure **** of impact. The knife-artitst gasps, gurgles and dies as a sturdy stream of blood oozes from the lethal wound.

Tybard whirls around and draws his long dagger, ready to face Obbo next. But the big, burly man just stumbles back, his cheeks shaking with horror. "Wut 'ave ya dun, Tybard? Wut 'ave ya dun, man?"

"Shut it, big oaf," Tybard snarls and retrieves his blade. With one swift motion he cleans it from Kint's blood on the dead man's shirt. "The girl is mine and you better get your ass out of my sight. Chances are, that somebody might be coming along and you surely don't wanne be found with a corpse lying next to you."

"Ouuhhh!" Obbo sniffs and backs off until he reached a sideway alley. With a final glimpse at his former brother in arms, the fat man swings around and flees into the alley.

"Let's go!" hisses Tybard and grabs your hand. "We also better get going. I know a place where we can hide." He grins at you, and your heart makes an excited jump. "And then we'll celebrate this most pleasend turn of events. Whatcha think, slut?"

You smile the most wicked and dirtiest smile you can manage. Chances are, you've made the right choice.