Only moments ago, Roo couldn’t help but leer at that drop dead gorgeous dragon elf beauty landing so hard on the end of the bridge it wailed, creaked, and shuttered like a dying rabbit in an eagle’s talons after a divebomb ambush failed to kill the rabbit outright.
Enough to make a guy tremble in excitement.
The boom echoed echoed echoed throughout the canyon path beyond the drawbridge, so that was no doubt a signal of some sort, for reinforcements of some sort.
It even echoed deep down into the chasm, to whatever bottom it had.
If it had a bottom.
Big if.
But Roo also loved how Peaches didn’t cringe or hesitate, nope, she crouched, gloved palms out, even more ready for battle than Roo himself.
But leaving the drawbridge open, ha!
Crow was right after all, but he usually was, and the reason everyone was okay with him being the leader, and why Roo humored staying behind at this bridge, as pointless as it had seemed at the time, as if it was just the usual punishment.
The palisade of crazy tall and pointy logs would of never survived a few magical strikes by this dragon elf girl, and no doubt there were more than one here. The other hiding.
For now.
He could feel it. Their eyes on him.
Probably hiding somewhere among the half-timber houses. Preparing for the next phase of the attack. After everyone thought the main forces were defeated, everyone left the safety of sacred ground …
So playing lusty fool …
Peaches wasn’t the only one here who could play bait.
This dragon girl already kept her feet shifted. None of the usual thigh boots or heels. Her feet were already too much like eagle talons. Just her alone could of easily tore down more than a few logs to create a makeshift bridge for the rest of the darkspawn fodder and that would of ruined the town’s defenses for days on end.
Encouraged the local bandits to cause even more trouble.
Standing tall yet crouching slightly in the center of the bridge’s end the dragon elf girl had that hourglass to mankind’s doom kind of figure, as in drop dead gorgeous elf girl, but with reptilian stuff, like scales for skin, but, of course, like the darkspawn elf she was, her skin scales were incredibly clean and lush scales, and in her case rosy gorgeous pink.
She had scarlet horns crowning her head over lust and trim ass-long hair that was really, actually fine and strong scales that looked … outright golden.
Her tail was like a thin rosy pink snake ending a heart of the floppy sort, and it was as scarlet as her horns and claws.
Probably had a retractable sting in there too.
Least she wasn’t outright bare in the scale nude or Roo would of leered far too long at her, and lost outright.
Still, her outfit … not much better.
She wore a high neck minidress of the ultra shortie short variety that seduce and dash girls tended to wear. The fabric looked like incredibly smooth and silky leather, and even stretchy, and so rosy pink it was like she was nude without really being nude, but no.
He’s seen darkspawn wear that kind of leather before.
Human leather.
It even had pure white furry trim that, wow, snow vixen fur?
Damn, she wasn’t a nobody.
She even had a heart-gap over her chest too, and what chests! So bountifully big and buxom, hers made Peaches’ extra-hefty chest almost look normal sized.
Almost.
This dragon girl had boobs like rams of lusty stupid, big and bouncy, and, of course, Peaches would say what he thought out loud and then smack him silly, hopefully only after she caught him leering at dragon girl boob, not before as well, but he was a guy willing to admit a weakness toward girls too gorgeous to slay — wait.
That hefty dragon boobage would make staking her evil little heart damn near impossible. With both her boob scales and ribs shielding her heart, crap, his blades would struggle to pierce her scale elsewhere.
Forget Peaches and Ruby.
Neither of their bolts stood a chance.
That this dragon girl caught Ruby’s bolt and ate it, sigh, he would of ordered his familiar not to waste any more of their bolts but now that would insult their intelligence now. Let them figure out how to help him. They weren’t mindless slaves.
But there was a reason dragons of all sorts were so troublesome.
Why he wore dragon scale everything.
Even with a second, upside-down heart over her flat tummy, but unlike four-footed dragons, her tummy had fully protective lush scales.
She even had fingerless gloves up to her elbows complete with snow white fur trim and pentacles woven with … golden strands?
Crap.
Magically enhanced attacks on top of her regular incredible dragon power.
Time to go full Vorshaya on her – after their chit chat.
The dragon girl grinned fangier and fangier as they chatted. Least she had a sense of humor. Some confidence. It really would be a pity to kill her, but the town came first.
That her fangs were snow white. Eyes big, bright and beautifully sapphire violet, matching a young heart of a face giving her that sinister yet awfully innocent look …
He drew his cold silver saber and dragon scale whip.
Snapped bang the whip against the bridge.
“I’m not going to hold back, Fleur,” he said, “So no hard feelings.”
“Except those in your trousers, no?” Fleur said, and snapped bang her tail’s heart against the bridge.
Roo strolled toward her now. Sighed again.
“True,” he said, “This isn’t the blade I want to put in you, but if you insist …”
“Cold silver?” Fleur said, “And so beautifully blue! Like zee tastiest sapphires. It shall make a fine chili spice, no?”
Roo laughed. “You smell like strawberries and cream. After our match, let’s take a bath together.”
Delay delay and delay. The more fodder that Crow and the others kill off, the less value Fleur here provides to her side being here.
“I could use a bath, no?’ Fleur said, “But so say such a zeeng to me, so rude.”
“I’m an honest guy,” he said, “Peaches, Ruby, you two go sweep the town and hunt down her companions. I’ll deal with Fleur La Noir.”
Peaches growled. “She’s not your date. Don’t die on us or–”
“I know, I know,” Roo said, “She’s not my first dragon elf girl, just the most beautiful, by far.”
“And me?” Peaches said, “I’m–”
“My familiar,” he said, “And like you said, this isn’t date. Trust me. Like you didn’t last time.”
Peaches huffed. “I … fine. Just … you just met her. Be careful. Beauty can be skin deep, you know, so …”
“I know,” Roo said, “Like her companions. Now go find and end them before they end the town.”
Fleur giggled. Stretched her arms out to the side.
And strutted sinister toward Roo.
“Clever,” Fleur said, “My companions vill not hesitate like I do.”
“Of course,” Roo said, “You announced your presence. Didn’t bullshit about the reason you were here. Your beauty isn’t skin deep. Too bad you may still need to die. I hope you have a good many lives left.”
“Ooo, plenty,” Fleur said, “I’ve not died once.”
“Yet,” Roo said, “So no hard feelings, remember? This might hurt. Badly. Rebirth is hell. Just warning you …”
Fleur huffed. Still waltzed forward.
Almost in range.
“My friends …” she said “They warn me too. Consider me lucky to not of died, no? But it is only a matter of time. War is war, no? My beauty cannot be an excuse.”
“True,” Roo said, and she was in range.
No hesitation. Despite hi treacherous heart racing against it.
He snapped his whip at her waist. “Some Fleur trimming deluxe.”
She saw it.
Charged?
Spinning into his attack. Letting the whip coil around her waist, and shit.
She lunged up. “See my panties? Enjoy!”
More like divebombed upwards.
Yanking him off the ground. Several paces above the bridge
But her panties … wow, slutty slim lace as scarlet as her horns.
Roo whistled. “Niiiice view.”
“A pleasure,” Fleur said, “Before you die.”
But his training kicked in again. He let his body go slack. Heavy. Like a blob of useless flesh.
No.
A pendulum of useless flesh. Swinging offbeat and irregular. The width of the bridge.
A pendulum that wobbled Fleur. Yanked her this way and that in the air.
Forced her lower and lower.
When he wrapped the whip around her leg and tail.
Her whimper.
She snarled down at him. “Not zee tail!”
“Aaaaw,” he said, “Our first argument. You’re so cute when you’re angry.”
“I mean it!” she said and blow – oh shit – a massive ball of flame down at him.
Quick. His arm guard shielded his head. His dragon scale his body.
Boom.
The bridge.
The flame splattered on it. Gusted around it. Steamed everything a bit.
But no new fires.
Yet.
Sheathing his saber Roo smirked up at her.
“Too bad,” he said, “Since you won’t come down, I’ll come up, my Lady.”
He climbed his rope. Her yelps and whimpers.
No hesitation. The town came before some darkspawn bimbo.
Bishop Hagert better appreciate Roo’s sacrifice. Few dragon girls were as gorgeous as Fleur, but there’s no chance now Fleur would humor anything but Roo’s own awful horrible death after this next move.