The awful screams of darkspawn beyond the walls made Peaches whimper for Sunshine’s sake.
That Roo being so near to her seemed like … he was like a blazing war sun on a winter night. The rosy pink sky was so unnatural yet beautiful in its own way that … it was nice that he married her, her and Ruby together, rather than simply demanded well … even going familiar, not that he could demand that, but okay okay.
Focus.
But her heart raced so much. She was so warm. Hot. The chill of the wind gusts helped cool her down. Some. But, was this the artificial feelings? They were so … distracting.
It’s not that she didn’t like Roo but this … not like this.
Not that she minded. Really.
Her gloves and thigh boots having empty heart, they actually, kinda slutty, in a good way, since Roo really like her going slutty for him and he … nonono.
Focus.
Any other exorcist knight would of genied her. To use as darkspawn bait and another disposable battle bitch. he didn’t. Even after she … nonono.
Focus.
The palisade creaked and wailed. It wouldn’t hold long against the dire ogre or its three flame cyclops. The smell of burnt wood, no, her eyes were already wet, even if the wood was long dead, but the chasm serving as a moat should hold back the orcs, trolls, and minotaurs, at least until they found a way to bridge the chasm properly.
Even the town guards were gone now. The last one told Roo he was late, so his companions said for him to be the last defense.
Destroy any spawn that manages to cross over.
Everyone else was now within the church. The rest of the guard had gathered them all up and did that much. It was its own castle of sorts, and the demon spawn, whether light or dark, couldn’t easily harm it or anyone on those grounds while it was on sacred ground. The sacred ground would nullify any of the strength any demon put behind their attacks.
It could quickly kill even the greatest of demons if they tried to force their way onto the grounds.
But the drawbridge was down.
Peaches and Ruby were stationed on it.
Roo stationed behind them. On solid safe ground.
But also the true last defense.
Beyond the drawbridge was a canyon of a path. That path would wind around for a bit before widening into a thickly wooded area where the main fight was taking place.
Peaches gulped. Held her wrist ready. One handed spell shots were more accurate and accuracy was important at first or else she’d miss the chance to trim down their numbers.
But … if she was a better witch, she could of refilled her precast spell hearts rather than have a bunch of slutty gaps in her gloves and thigh boots.
Maybe she really was a third-rate witch.
She just didn’t realize it.
Yet.
Ruby sigh so sultry slutty it was annoying. Almost as annoying as her cherry and vanilla stink. No not almost. Was as annoying.
“You’re not weak and pathetic,” Ruby said.
“I never said—” Peaches said.
“We fought and killed each other enough times,” Ruby said, “To know each other better than—”
“Most friends?” Peaches said, “I … I know. But …”
“You didn’t come alone,” Ruby said, “Worried about that pretty little elf girl that came with you?”
“Is she …” Peaches said, “Did you kill her?”
“Not yet,” Ruby said, “She sang like a bird once I captured her, but after this battle … unless you convince her to go familiar for our master … I think the bishop will burn her alive. Using Appleharth like this … trying to destroy it utterly …”
Ruby shook her head. “And everyone says us darkspawn are bad … you lightspawn don’t hesitate to do worse.”
“Sunshine …” Peaches said, “She—”
“She’s a good archer,” Ruby said, “Her aim is damn good. Not as quick as you. Or as powerful, but she almost feathered me dead several times. That’s why you had so much time to try to take down Roo. That you didn’t really try to, the only reason I didn’t kill horribly and painfully.”
Peaches nodded. So this whole mission would of failed anyway. She was so lucky Roo found her and she was so stupid stupid stupid for not ... being the friend he thought of her as, for getting caught up in … in … if Roo was right then … who did destroy that Oak of Ages?
It’s not like Roo and Ruby would bother to … Peaches gulped. If it weren’t for these artificial feelings she’d definitely never consider … maybe … he was right.
The elves brought their end of the oath bond.
Rightfully died because of it. Revived by another Oak of Ages. Budding like an acorn. Growing as a fairy again. So painful it … Peaches shuttered. And looking for and fusing with another human girl. Eating her soul and … okay.
Just once was horrible enough but she was reborn several times since she fought in this war and … Peaches shook her head.
Focus.
Any moment now some orcs, or trolls, or some other darkspawn would show up.
They wouldn’t have put the drawbridge down otherwise. The walls wouldn’t last long against darkspawn like flame eye cyclops and dire ogres, even with the chasm — it wasn’t wide enough — since she knew the darkspawn brought the right equipment …
So leaving an easy way in was the best strategy.
And yeah, she was nicknamed Bait for a reason.
Each rebirth made he that much more tastier to darkspawn monsters, and her scent now … even after she bathed … hard to get completely rid of, and it drove monsters mad with hunger. Roo was right to call her Peaches, and she … how horrible she was before and she better go good familiar to make up for it.
Still, if it weren’t for the power boosts from each rebirth, there wouldn’t be any elf girls left.
Really.
That’s when a dragon girl landed right at the end of the drawbridge.
No.
A dragon elf girl.
And Peaches could smell the bitch. Strawberries cream, plus serpent BO, so yes, a stinky serpent elf girl.
So what if this new darkspawn enemy was kinda had Peaches’ build, kinda? She had rosy pink scales for skin, that … maybe good for dragon armor of Peaches’ own, actually.
Yeah.
And those scarlet horns crowning the bitch’s head could store a huge amount of magic, which would be Peaches if she cut them off and added them to her own witch’s hat. And that her piss-yellow hair straight down to her fat ass should be incredibly strong and useful, and not just as rope, when woven together.
This reptilian slut crouched in martial artist battle bitch grrrr.
Roo would so leer at this bitch and say this reptilian slut had a figure to mankind’s doom and that slutty horrible chest was even bigger than Peaches and worse, was what this darkspawn dragon elf was wearing.
A high neck minidress of the ultra short and ultra skimpy variety.
Made of human leather. Sheesh. Roo really needed better standards. Figures. Even if it was a half-way decent rosy pink, it gave that slutty pink dragon girl as even sluttier nude that wasn’t nude look. That it was shinier than polished steel and far stretchier than Roo’s standards for pretty girls …
Worse of all were the heart-shaped gaps. One over that morbidly obese chest and another, upside down, over that scrawny thin stomach.
But her boobs would protect her evil stinking heart from most bolts.
Her tail was like a third limb. No, worse.
It was like a thin rosy pink snake ending with that most evil of card suites, spades, and her spade tail was as scarlet as her horns and wings.
And whether it had a sting …
Her wings had too many razor spikes. Clearly she could fly with them but those scrawny wings of her had a span at most to her arms, when they were stretched out, so wow, small wings.
And as a martial artist, this dragon elf girl would be quick.
Powerful.
Peaches crouched. Used one hand to grab the wrist of the other.
Aimed her palm at the dragon elf darkspawn.
Let her pentacles charge enough other up.
The dragon girl smirked fanged at Peaches. Those huge ugly violet eyes went so serpent ugly and that she was so disgustingly babishly heart faced and looked so, so stupidly young and disgusting and–
The dragon elf giggled. “To face zee Amber Death, quite zee the honor, no?”
“You know me,” Peaches said, “Then run away and–”
“I am Fleur La Noir,” she said, “Zee Flower of zee Dark does not run away.”
“Then fly away,” Peaches said, “Or you’ll lose another of your pathetic lives.”
“You are down to five, no?” Fleur said, “And zee Ruby Reaper betrayed Camilla the Cruel? Quite brave. And stupid, no? I shall take your place as pathetic pet if I do not end you three, so zorry but–”
A dark arrow zipped toward Fleur. Toward her exposed chest.
But Fleur caught it easy. Without effort.
It seemed.
Fleur sniffed the arrowhead. A long whiff like she was smelling some stinky roses.
“Cold steel,” Fleur said, “With a hint of crimson alloy. Deadly toward lightspawn, but lucky me, I am darkspawn, no?”
And she munched the arrowhead. Chew it good and swallowed.
“Hmmmm,” Fleur said, “Quite tassssty.”
And she ate the rest of the arrow. Crunch crunch crunch.
(Fatso.)
Ruby tsked. “And if I poisoned it?”
“I am a vitch,” Fleur said, “So good luck trying, no? You vould not of said anything had it been.”
Roo suddenly waltzed right passed Peaches? What was he doing?
Nonono.
He was so going to get himself killed …
“Camilla’s a real bitch,” he said, “And you’re too beautiful to slay, so I’ll familiar you – if you can prove yourself worthy.”
“Worthy?” Fleur said, “A strange boy asks such a rude question, yet such flattering, is insulting, no? I shall kill all three of you, and prove myself–”
“A brainless bimbo?” Roo said, “If your looks were brain deep, you’d at least consider the offer. Camilla doesn’t exactly inspire loyalty in–”
“And be your love toy instead of pet, no?” she said, “Like your current familiars. I see zhose rings. A boy who marries his familiars cannot be much of a man.”
Roo actually just shrugged. Okay. Maybe he wasn’t too immature.
“Sure, sure,” he said, “You win, and I’ll acknowledge you have a point.
“Only one?” Fleur said, and flexed her other points at him, and with a sharp grin too.
“A sense of humor,” Roo said, “Now I see why Camilla wants to demote you to pet. Fine. I’ll acknowledge your other points as well, but once I win–”
“No,” Fleur said, “Not once. If.”
“Good catch,” Roo said, “If I win, you–”
“A date,” Fleur said, “In my next life, if necessary, but zat is all. Dating zee enemy …”
She pouted. “Come now. Time to die.”