"You gotta be vigilant with Gobs. Gob blood will ruin a blade quicker than rust." Therian wiped down his sword with a dry cloth. Tiny green body parts intermingled all around him.
"It is because the blood is caustic. I once met a Monstrologist who described it as some kind of evolutionary defense mechanism. The Central Kingdom would hire sell swords to kill entire nest of Gobs, but it became economically unfeasible. You ended up spending a fortune on gear. I have been told this was how flame wands were invented."
Sohrab had unscrewed his glaive and was sliding it back into its sheath. He pulled a small clay flask from a belt stocked with dozens of small clay flasks, and after uncorking it dropped it down a burrow in the earth. A tiny mushroom cloud of blue flame shot out of the burrow and soon a crackling flame could be heard and smoking tendrils curled out of the earth.
Therian sighed. "I was thinking about raising one of the baby Gobs as a pet. I could carry it in my pouch and feed it small scraps."
Sohrab's aviary eye scanned Therian. "I'll never understand your fascination towards raising baby monsters as pets. It is entirely unprofessional. These pests are nuisances wherever they are tolerated and spread like weeds"
Therian shrugged. "It is all a matter of perspective. We are all monsters to something. Think of it as a monster food chain, or web, or what have you. Besides, the tiny ones are adorable. "
Sohrab clucked. In battle, Sohrab's features were dragonlike, but after getting to know him, it occurred to Therian, that he resembled more a rooster in appearance. "I do not like this road you are going down my friend."
Therian sheathed his sword and gingerly stepped around the body parts. "We used to hunt trolls, wyverns, even, hels, pretty much anything that was above knee high! Look at us now. We're... pest control!"
"The Patriarch is dead, Therian, and we are hunted men now, men whose heads the Queen would gladly mount outside her bathroom window so that she could enjoy the view while she has her morning expulsion. Today you are not Operator and I am not a Gendarme; today we are Gob exterminators."
"You wish to hide forever, Gendarme of the Patriarch. You were once an Avatar, a favorite of his. We sat at long tables with great heroes. We fought great battles in service to a man who knew our worth, and we were rewarded with houses, gold, and women. Hels, I used to have a harem. And don't tell me you don't know how nice it was to have a harem, because you had one too."
"I wish to keep my head off a pike, Therian. The Patriarch is dead. His daughter reigns. And your plan is foolish. Travel the spokes all the way to the edge of the wheel, find this Great Beast and his motley band of mercenaries, and join forces with a thing she wants dead even more than us, which in my mind, is only a good plan if you happen to be suicidal."
Therian stopped. "Hels."
The Basilikan studied him.
"Sephora's been taken."
"Where?" asked Sohrab.
"Out of town, east. She's unconscious."
"You think the mayor a thief."
"No," Therian shook his head growling. His canines extended, and his face became ursine. "No, the pissant doesn't have the balls for that. But someone has taken her, and whoever it is-I need to take a breath."
"You give that rage of yours too many liberties my friend. Bind it tight to you. Have you been doing your yoga in the mornings?"
Therian's hackles lifted. Yoga only made him angrier. He looked up at the bright moon. The lychozine was waning in his system. Only a few more pills left and not an apothecary in sight along the outer wheel.
"Fine. We might as well find out what is going on with Sephora. I plan on hatefucking that lousy familiar when I get to her. If we are quick we can make it back for the bounty early morning, and then be out of town by noon."
***
Sohrab closed his beak, his forked tongue rolling back into his mouth. "I count five heat signature all orgren, not a full Warband, and a dozen other heat signatures, human females, and elf-bitches. No Wargs."
Therian took the goggles off his face. "Massive energy signature, infernal energy, has to be Sephora's, but she is moving South. I can feel her adrenaline which means she's being chased."
"Looks like the orgren split up, they went chasing after Sephora, and left a rear guard to protect the booty."
Therian smiled. "Seph's a smart little fucktoy. Let's murder." Therian's irises were ice blue. He wasn't really angry anymore, instead, it was the excitement an actor feels right before walking onto the stage. He took a Sohrab trained breath, and his muscles slackened and relaxed, filling themselves with potential energy, about to go kinetic. Sohrab had left silently. His metatarsal spurred feet making whipping noises as he circled around to flank the camp.
Therian burst into the light racing toward the five bodies his mouth opened wide, and gums pulled back in an ursine grin. The orgren bored and drunk didn't really notice him until his longsword erupted spectacularly from the front of one of their chests. The horse sized heart completely skewered became an erupting geyser of hot blood which rained over the three other orgren who looked on in drunken shock. The fourth fell to his knees when the tendons along his ankles were sliced open. Before he could scream, another dagger came downwards in a plunging manner cracking through the skull cap like the tip of a spoon might crack an egg, and separated the two halves of its bicameral brain. The orgren suddenly had difficulty telling the difference between sign and signifier as the left and right lobes of his brain were severed like a broken telephone line, but then the basilisk venom coating the blade began to melt its brain into a toxic stew.
Now the three Orgren took their turn. To Therian seething mind each one moved as if they were in some sort of turn-based game. One turned towards the dying orgren behind him, while the two others turned towards the dying orgren in front of them. But Sohrab and Therian were operating in real time, and before they made their turns Sohrab had already danced past the orgren on his knees, under his grasp, and nicked the side of his thigh with his dagger.
Therian's face, bestial from bloodlust, roared. He was no longer a man but a dire bear. The orgren didn't have time to be frightened. He broke the first one, and body slammed him back into the fire. Bouncing off his body he moved, feigned under a stupified strike and unseemed the orgren from his belly up. The creature dropped his guard to grab at the entrails falling out of his shirt when Sohrab leaped on his back and began to shank him gruesomely.
The orgren behind Sohrab was on the ground foaming at the mouth. The second Ogren, rolling around in the hot coals, squealing like a pig, kept trying to stand up and was pushed back down into the flames by a battering of swords. Soon the fire was smothered by the smoking body of the orgren.
Thirteen scared elven and human eyes stared at Therian and Sohrab from the darkness. "Stay," growled Therian, and leaped past them into the woods. Sohrab retrieved his daggers and quickly followed.
***
Sephora had Becca on her hands and knees; Her red nails pressed possessively into Becca's country girl ass. She savored the feel of every inch of her sensitive cock thrusting into her. It was fun being on the other side of things, Pillaging this young country girl's pussy, reveling in the power her newfound cock gave her. She grabbed Becca by the hips and started to fuck her.
