I colpsed when I was back at my hut. I was still chilled on the water. From the battle earlier in the day on my way to practice for fighting. To the intense sex that had satiated my battle lust. Then the strange encounter with Heral and Ralee in the waters. I looked around and saw no one else in the hut with me. I knew Aphiwe would be practicing with Melokuhle and Bongani was off doing whatever males did when they weren’t needed by their betters.

  My legs felt weak from the fucking I had enjoyed and my body wanted nothing more than to be a nguid puddle. I felt myself slipping towards sleep when the great warning horn bsted through the air. I sprang to my feet in an instant. It was the short bsts of an attack on the vilge. The warriors had left, only the hunters would be here to defend the people. I bolted out of the hut and let my ears prick themselves high as I listened for the sounds of combat. I could hear the screaming by the eating area.

  Something was wrong. I needed to be quick and make it to help my people. I was saving my experience but now wasn’t the time to do so. I dumped most of it into boosting my physical stats. I would need every advantage I could get if I was facing a powerful opponent.

  Strength: 24 (+6)

  Agility: 22 (+6)

  Toughness: 20 (+3)

  EXP: 12

  I flew through the streets faster than ever before. Things blurred around me as the screams of anger and anguish continued. I pushed through a crowd of lesser females and cowardly males running from the commotion. Bursting through the throng I came upon a massacre.

  Several hunters y around the ground. Intestines spilling from bellies, throats torn out, heads crushed. Lifeless eyes and pools of blood were everywhere. Standing in the middle of it all, surrounded by four more hunters including Lethabo stood a Lionkin.

  Eight feet tall, tawny gold fur coating his body and a mane that was glorious and thick. His beastial face was split into a wide menacing grin. Blood was on his maw, hands, and the thick club in his hand. He smeared the blood over his chest with a look of ecstasy on his face. A voice thick with power and rumbling the air ripped from his mouth, “I’m going to eat well tonight. Feasting on these corpses, and all the food you’ve prepared for me.”

  I cast Identify.

  Name: Encrouse “The Destroyer”

  Savannah Barbarian

  Statistics

  Strength: 32

  Agility: 15

  Toughness: 28

  Intelligence: 11

  Wisdom: 10

  Charisma: 21

  Mana: ???

  Skills:

  Blunt Weapons Lvl 8

  Cws Lvl 5

  Teeth Lvl 3

  Spells: ???

  Feats: ???

  I froze. He was powerful, the only thing that I had in my favor was my agility. My swiftness. I snatched the nearest spear and charged at the intruder to our peace. I let out a roar of defiance as I bolted at the massive beast of a man.

  The club blurred towards me. I ducked low feeling the wind whip across my ears. I thrust with all my power for the thigh of the monster. I needed to cripple him. It was my only chance. He slipped his leg out of the way and swept a hand full of cws at my head. I dug one foot down and unched myself sideways. Giving up the attack to save myself. It was barely enough to save my life as cws raked across my left arm, cutting the flesh with ease.

  I let out a hiss of pain as I scrambled and rolled from the falling star that was a club. I bounced and rolled as craters were left in my wake. A huntress took the opportunity to unch herself closer to strike. She was too slow as the Lionkin blurred around and brought the club to bear. It crushed her like a bug beneath a hand. Shattering her skull and sending her brains scattering across the ground.

  I let out a scream of anger as I pounced at the same time as another woman. He chose to whirl on the other attacker, his cws shing out to rip her to shreds. Thankfully it was a fient and she danced back. It was an opening. I rammed the spear deep into his hamstring with all my strength. His skin was thick as hide, his muscles like shoving the spear through sand.

  The club swept down and around. I leapt as the spear shattered from the blow, my arm broke from the mere brush of the club as I was sent tumbling to the side. Pain fred throughout my entire side as bones gave way to the power of the strike. The only thing that saved my life was that it knocked me out of his range to smash me with a follow up.

  I flooded my body with healing magic, the itch of my bones knitting together as wounds closed in moments. My mana dropped quickly as I scrambled back as the barbarian stepped towards me. The club and cw of death fell towards me. Lethabo came to my rescue with a powerful thrust from behind piercing the same leg I struck. It buckled from both the attacks.

  Lethabo abandoned the spear as she bounced back from the retributive strike. The scars around her body spoke of her years of experience. She ughed in mocking joy as she taunted the Lion. “You’re slower than the boars I sughter. Bet your cock is even smaller than mine!” Lethabo grabbed her cock through her wrap and shook it. The other women began to ugh, it was strained and mocking.

  As my body fixed itself I watched as the barbarian stood back up on his injured leg. His muscles flexed and I could see the spears slowly being pushed out of his body. “I’ll crush all you whores and fuck the bodies I leave behind to teach them a lesson. I’ll make your lessers watch and show them their pce.”

  I snatched the nearest spear as I stood. I joined the ughter as we circled. Those of us behind him danced closer until he turned and another would jump towards his blind spots. We drove and fell back as he whirled to face every new attacker. If he advanced we would back up and keep him surrounded.

  “COWARDS! FIGHT ME, OR ARE YOU THE PUSSIES THAT FALL BEFORE ME!” He turned towards me and charged. Instead of falling back I bolted forwards to his surprise. His club came and I thrust towards his arm in response. Letting his arm fall into the spear as two huntresses fell onto his rear stabbing into his back and legs.

  At the st moment I leapt aside as the man impaled his arm. Moving like a blur I mounted up his chest. I brought forth my magic, calling the earth to grab at his injured legs. “GRAB HIM!” I yelled as I wrapped legs around his neck and flexed in a choke hold. My fellow women flooded forward grabbing his arms and burying spears into him. Falling upon him I squeezed with all the power in my legs as I dug my fingers into his eyes. I tore at them until one popped in my left hand. I could feel blood and eye juice explode through my fingers.

  His cws burst free, slicing two of my battle sisters across the inner arms and bellies. He grabbed my legs and began to pry me free. The cws digging into me with pain I had never felt. I screamed as I did my best to hold on. Then, he swelled with even more power. His muscles nearly doubled in size as his skin flooded with blood turning red. The weapons in him shattered as I was ripped from his neck and smmed into the ground, I could feel ribs break as wind and blood was knocked from my lungs.

  I had just enough mana to bring my healing back as I scrambled away. Lethabo also backed away as the club crushed another of our sisters. Her chest caving in as blood erupted from her mouth as she was fttened.

  It was not enough healing to get me back to tip top shape. Every breath was painful and stabbing as I grasped at my ribs. The roar the beast let out shook me to my core and the sheer stink of fear emanating off my few comrades filled the air. His ruined eye bleed as he turned looking around with only half his vision. “WHORES! I’LL KILL THIS WHOLE VILLAGE!”

  Spears y shattered all around. I knelt and grabbed two spear heads in my hands. The barest little shaft left behind, almost forming knives instead. Lethabo had no weapon, I looked at her, “How many more hunters are left?”

  She shook her head as the only response. Her eyes full of rage and sadness at the loss of life around us. I kept my mind clear and focused on the battle ahead of us. Lethabo backed up slowly, I could smell the fear on her. The ck of weapons causing her to be meek in the face of such a powerful foe.

  He charged me and it took all of my skill and reflexes to dodge and duck the attacks of mace and cw. My ribs burned with the effort as the enraged Encrouse pushed me back. I could feel the heat of the cooking pits at my back as I stopped retreating. Screwing up my courage I pressed forward, ducking over a sweep of the club and ramming the spear tip up and into the armpit of the Lionkin. I roared in defiance as I buried it with a burst of blood deep to the bone of his shoulder.

  I rolled under his cws and into his blind side. He turned his head sideways but I pushed myself to the limits of my ability and around to his back. I dug in my feet and with all my weight and power drove the second spear tip through his knee. I let out a shout of defiance as I felt bone give way. He colpsed down to his knee with another bone shaking roar.

  He blinding swiped behind him as I kept out of the way. Lethabo charged forward scooping up a spear tip that was caked in blood. She leapt on the beast’s back and rammed it down with all her might. It didn’t sink down as much as my own but still it wounded the good shoulder of the Lionkin. Cws reached for her, I leapt and tackled her out of the way from the cws that would rend her flesh from her face.

  Pain fred through my ribs as we rolled through the dirt away from the wounded monster. I had been barely fast enough to spare her life as her blood flowed across my arms from the great rents on her back. She was rolling in pain as I moved us out of the way. The lion was already crawling after us. We tumbled through a fire much to the dismay of my back as it was seared and burned.

  I huffed and groaned as more pain filled my body. I looked at the bleeding and wounded monster of a man. I couldn’t stop, I moved to my feet and grabbed one of the great skewers that was used to support the sbs of meat we would cook over the fmes. I leapt over the fire and drove down as hard as I can into the swiping cws. My improvised spear pierced his hand and rammed itself down into his good leg. As he screamed I leapt up, bracing my foot on his lower jaw and grabbed his upper with both of my hands.

  A scream of confusion came from my opponent as I hauled. I could feel the muscles in his jaw fight valiantly against me as they slowly gave way to my full body's strength. I was barely banced on one leg as I used the rest of my strength to rip the jaw from this beast. I felt muscle and bone give way as the sound of bloody ripping flesh filled the air as I tore his jaw off. I could feel his tongue fall out of his throat as a rush of blood followed it.

  The barbarian let out a gurgle as his body slumped down into death. I was covered in blood, sweat, scrapes, and burns. I gasped as pain fred in my ribs and tried to rob me of every breath I could take. I looked at the viscera and death left in the wake of the sudden attack. It had taken seconds for this much carnage to be reaped.

  “You have sin a great enemy, +100xp”

  I colpsed in pain and exhaustion. I swallowed the gorge rising in my mouth as my body was enveloped in agony.