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6/22/2025, 9:02:34 PM
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>With a slam and splintering of wood, the tavern door suddenly swings open. The room falls to a deafening silence, save for thud of the grimoire hitting the floor. A broad silhouette bars the doorway - terrible horns, a spiked tail like a sea serpent, glowing eyes. A demon, if you'd ever seen one. Echoing footfalls resonate throughout the wooden floorboards as my malera walks in. The acrid smell of a distressed female Au Ra pollutes the air like stagnant water - a scent all too familiar. And before me lies the bugs. Two insects buzzing around the pond like the insignificant nuisance they are. A low, primal growl rumbles in my throat. A very clear threat and unspoken message to these creatures: Fight, or flee. The drunkest of the two palms his sword and rushes me. Heh, my lucky day. I quickly duck to the floor in an epic three-point superhero stance as his blade flies overhead, just as my girthy extended leg breaks his stride and sends him scattering across the floor. The small femra gasps and we make eye contact. I blow her a little kiss. The rapping draw of steel against scabbard slices through the air from nearby. The second malezen. Liquor may have given this savage something resembling courage, but the tremble in his hands betrays the true fear in his heart. Both assailants cry out as they launch a joint attack. A deft step to the side evades a wild and desperate slash as I retaliate with a swift haymaker and redirect his body to catch the incoming thrust from the rear. Warm crimson spatters my face as the now-impaled malezen coughs up his last moments of life. Releasing his body, he crumples to the floor, his once-allies sword still embedded within. I grab the other by the throat, sinking my nails deep into his flesh. Time to end this. With one rough jerk, I tear out his neck. Pathetic. I turn around and take one last look at the femra, now beaming with joy at her savior. Everyone in the tavern cheers while I make my exit. I trip over the book.
>With a slam and splintering of wood, the tavern door suddenly swings open. The room falls to a deafening silence, save for thud of the grimoire hitting the floor. A broad silhouette bars the doorway - terrible horns, a spiked tail like a sea serpent, glowing eyes. A demon, if you'd ever seen one. Echoing footfalls resonate throughout the wooden floorboards as my malera walks in. The acrid smell of a distressed female Au Ra pollutes the air like stagnant water - a scent all too familiar. And before me lies the bugs. Two insects buzzing around the pond like the insignificant nuisance they are. A low, primal growl rumbles in my throat. A very clear threat and unspoken message to these creatures: Fight, or flee. The drunkest of the two palms his sword and rushes me. Heh, my lucky day. I quickly duck to the floor in an epic three-point superhero stance as his blade flies overhead, just as my girthy extended leg breaks his stride and sends him scattering across the floor. The small femra gasps and we make eye contact. I blow her a little kiss. The rapping draw of steel against scabbard slices through the air from nearby. The second malezen. Liquor may have given this savage something resembling courage, but the tremble in his hands betrays the true fear in his heart. Both assailants cry out as they launch a joint attack. A deft step to the side evades a wild and desperate slash as I retaliate with a swift haymaker and redirect his body to catch the incoming thrust from the rear. Warm crimson spatters my face as the now-impaled malezen coughs up his last moments of life. Releasing his body, he crumples to the floor, his once-allies sword still embedded within. I grab the other by the throat, sinking my nails deep into his flesh. Time to end this. With one rough jerk, I tear out his neck. Pathetic. I turn around and take one last look at the femra, now beaming with joy at her savior. Everyone in the tavern cheers while I make my exit. I trip over the book.
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