Aaaaahhhhh!
Screams emanated from everywhere. People left, right, and centre were being caught and stuffed into sacks if possible, knocked out if not. Those who went against the bandits were chopped and killed, their unwilling eyes glaring at the bandits as they went after their beloved.
"Aaahhh! Mommy, mommy, help me...!"
Running as fast as she could, a young Brownie tried her best to evade a bandit, but failing as he launched some sort of bola, knocking her off her feet. Despite attempting to free herself from the bola, she realised, to her horror, she could not use magic. "Hahahah! Gotcha now, you filthy little beast! Once we return, we'll use your kind for their true purpose, and ensure the prosperity of the Human race! Don't worry, we'll make sure that we'll at least erect a small monument for your glorious sacrifice – near the toilets that is! Ahahahah– Guack!"
A vine could be seen protruding through his chest, before throwing the bandit off his horse. Before he could register what happened, a red-hot lance ripped through his head, vaporising his head instantaneously. Riderless, the horse began panicking, now without anyone to control its movements.
Thwip!
With a swift swipe, Titus wrenched off its head, ending its miserable life. Duncan swore that, even though he could not hear what animals say (unlike some of his brethren), he saw the horse smile, happy to be relieved of its pain. What monstrosity could do such a thing!?
Before he could ruminate over the potentials, a rough hand slapped him on his back. "Come one kid, we need to find who disabled the shielding, and after a few whacks, find out how to restart the damn device!"
"But what about–"
Fwip!
"Thunder Blades!"
"Shadow Lance!"
From behind them came two tier-7 spells, one turning crowds of bandits into charcoal, the other piercing through a rabble of bio-mechanized horses, relieving them from their misery. "Is everyone alright...?"
Wearing her complete panoply, Vilde charged through the frenzied mob, calming them down as much as possible, while Vidia was seen weaving through the air, searching for as many survivors as she could. Gulping in awe, Duncan quickly shut his mouth.
He knew better when to speak and what to speak.
"Yeah, let's go..."
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"Ahahahah! Is that the best you pipsqueaks can do!? I barely felt a thing! Maybe if that lovely big-titty lively lady over there came with me to a sauna, she might be able to 'beat' me..."
Roaring uproariously in the air, the Balrog trash-talked the three tier-9 warriors who stood in front of him: a Pixie drinking copious amounts of alcohol from his wooden flask, an Alraune oozing pollen from her head, and Celestine conjuring ice lances in the air.
"Well *hick*, looks like we've gotten quite a cocky bastard here, ain't we...
Varafyr"
Chuckling back at the Pixie, Varafyr retorted "Well, cut me some slack, if it isn't my dear old friend Smock. How's your love life going? Found anyone new these days, eh?"
Nearly crushing the glass in his hands, Smock reined back his anger as much as he could. He knew that if his anger exploded, he'd be damning them all. "You may have killed my wife ages ago, but I at least had friends who helped me tode through my grief. However, it seems to me that you're in a bit of a pickle: it's 3 Vs. 1, and it seems to me that it won't be us who's gonna have their asses kicked today–"
"Honestly, you bumbling ball of an inbred fireball, why can't you stick to the schedule we're supposed to follow. If it wasn't for your stupid idea to break the portal, I wouldn't have had to tire myself in commanding them to enter the city. Now that we've got the attention of all their Demigods, you've caused me to be stuck in a shithole as well. Oh well, at least the army would be able to perform much better without these 'troubles' in our way..."
From the skies came one of the most beautiful women the trio had ever seen:
Lips redder than the bloodiest of rubies, they elicited the longing of men. Hair so dark, otherwise seemed light could not escape its hold. Flowing down her shoulders, it further accentuated her Watermelon-sized bust, further aggravating her sensuality. What made it worse (or better, if you know what I mean), was that she barely wore anything. All she had strapped on her were the faintest visage of a bra, along with scantily laid shorts.
But what brought fear in them was the number of horns she had:
Six amethyst-coloured horns erupted from her head, each pulsating every so often
Shit, we're so fucked! Luckily, we have Roselina here with us, otherwise we'd have already lost a fighter...
Sweating ever so slightly, Celestine knew that they were royally screwed. Standing in front of them was one of the newest members of the Dark Council...
Sedrum Amour
Damn it, I pray those below can hold on for a tiny bit longer...
With a cry, the trio launched their assault against the Demonic duo...