Upper Kek Valley
18 miles North of Tirol
Eque Mountain, East face
Along the Calais Line
3E 410
"We are getting pummeled over here!" Yelled subordinate Shpyr. " They are breaking the line!"
Shpyr rose his battleaxe and drove it down into a charging Wolf Soldier's Skull. As he kicked the body forward an arrow slipped through the air and hit him in the left pectoralis, just below the collarbone. He gasped and dropped to his knees, pulling the arrow out of his chest. He searched for the bowman. Around him, the gray sky had begun to open up once again, forming puddles on the already saturated ground. There was brutal hand to hand combat to his right and to his left, but none behind. He could see his comrades falling faster than the wolves were. This was a losing battle, and there was not much time left before morale would deplete and his men would turn and run. Shpyr would not die a coward. His eyes scoured the land, searching for the archer.
There! The bowman, or bow woman, was a hundred feet away from him, perched on a large boulder. Her gray fur was not as thick as her male counterparts', and in this moment of taking in his enemy Shpyr felt oddly attracted to her. She was incredibly well toned, but still as lithe as a gazelle. Her stomach had indentations of lean muscle leading from her ample breasts to the noticeable gap between her thighs. The fuck is wrong with you?!?! She just shot you, his conscience seemed to yell. Kill her! Now!
Just then he heard yells of "Retreat! Fall Back! The battle is lost!" No. No. NOO! With a roar Shpyr picked up a nearby sword and sprinted towards the girl on the rock. She noticed him coming, and nocked an arrow just for him. Shpyr cut down four wolves on the way there. While doing so he had lost his sword, and replaced it with a spear. He threw the spear as hard as he could at the She Wolf. It soared through the air, and as it did, the wolf girl let her arrow fly. The arrow hit him just below his wound from her first shot. His spear missed his target as he fell to his knees once more. Shpyr fell on his back with a grunt and a cough. He saw the she wolf gracefully leap from the top of the rock, landing beside him.
"Your army retreats, and you run forward?" She said.
"I will defend my homeland with my life, unlike those petty mercenaries." Shpyr spat.
"You have heart, soldier. That is something I have never seen in men. All of them are so greedy, taking whatever they please. But you, you are humble. You do not seem as one who would take, but as one who fights selflessly."
"Yeah," *cough* "and look at where it got me." Shpyr wheezed.
"Do you know why we have invaded your lands?" She asked.
"I am more concerned about why you haven't killed me yet," coughed Shpyr.
"It is to clean the land of evil, not to destroy your race. But it seems that your race is the prime source of evil in these lands. And to your concerns, I believe I have answered your question."
Shypr was too weak to understand, and he blacked out.
When he opened his eyes again, he
thought he had died and was confused to why there was the same she wolf from before now sucking on his dick. Maybe all that bullshit the monks preach is real, he muttered under his breath. She looked up at him and smiled. "It is working so far," She said to someone behind him.
Shypr was scanning his surroundings, and to him it looked at though he was in a pine grove. Sunlight was casting itself through the trees, lighting up the forest floor. He could hear a lightly rolling stream to his left, and movement behind his head. He then heard a different voice from above him.
