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It had been days since Ayame had left behind her latest little harem, and days since she had seen another sentient being. Such things were not unheard of, but it was nevertheless disappointing. Now, though, that seemed to have changed. She heard the sound of fighting, of swords and flesh and fire. People fighting might not be quite the ideal way to end the dry spell of contact with other thinking beings, but it was better then nothing. Carefully, she moved until she could see the fight.
There seemed to be three men and a woman in the fight - or at least that was all that Ayame could see. Their foes were the invaders. Half a dozen of the little grabbers, grey and betentacled, with at least as many dead on the ground, and three of the stealthy Hunters, reptilian and cunning, each one trading blows with the men. There were two reptilian corpses along with the grey of the grabbers, and all of the hunters still fighting bore wounds.
Still, the men seemed to be getting the worst of it. None of them were down yet, but all looked just short of collapse from pain and blood loss, and the remaining hunters were mad with blood lust. They wouldn't back down, and the men would likely fall first. The woman... she was on the ground, her dark red hair fanning out around her head, bucking her hips as one of the grabbers fucked her. She was moaning as if she was enjoying herself, at least until one of the thing's tentacles found her mouth.
There was also a small fire burning in the grass, but Ayame judged that it wouldn't spread far, not in a jungle just soaked with an unusually hard afternoon rain.
There seemed to be three men and a woman in the fight - or at least that was all that Ayame could see. Their foes were the invaders. Half a dozen of the little grabbers, grey and betentacled, with at least as many dead on the ground, and three of the stealthy Hunters, reptilian and cunning, each one trading blows with the men. There were two reptilian corpses along with the grey of the grabbers, and all of the hunters still fighting bore wounds.
Still, the men seemed to be getting the worst of it. None of them were down yet, but all looked just short of collapse from pain and blood loss, and the remaining hunters were mad with blood lust. They wouldn't back down, and the men would likely fall first. The woman... she was on the ground, her dark red hair fanning out around her head, bucking her hips as one of the grabbers fucked her. She was moaning as if she was enjoying herself, at least until one of the thing's tentacles found her mouth.
There was also a small fire burning in the grass, but Ayame judged that it wouldn't spread far, not in a jungle just soaked with an unusually hard afternoon rain.
56 HP, 44 PP, 48 SP;