"You stupid, ignorant fool! Do you know what you did? Do you know how much time we put into this?" The priest of some religion I couldn't be bothered remembering paced restlessly in front of my form. Chains wrapped around most of my body stopping any form of physical retaliation, but not my tongue.

  "Now if you feel a little bit of blood coming from the hole in your legs that's completely normal." I cockily mocked almost oblivious to my condition.

  His face snapped to look at me anger bleeding off as if it were a physical thing. "You dare!" Spitle flying from his mouth.

  "You may find your emotions hard to control for a time but don't worry that's completely normal at your age." I continued enjoying the rise I got from him. He flicked his wrist in response causing a figure behind me to crack a whip across my back. The scorch of to rope burned briefly and I could feel my blood make an escape from my body. The priest stepped forward grabbing my hair.

  "You will speak only when spoken to swine!"

  "And you will compin constantly asshole." I spat back as another crack from the whip stung my back.

  "High priest." Another voice interrupted. "Remember we can't kill him. He has a lot of people monitoring his live. His death would be noticed especially within this sanctuary."

  Another crack of the whip this one causing a yelp of pain as it stung over top of the previous two. Ok note to self that was a little bit too far to push him. I hung my head not giving him the pleasure of seeing the pain in my face. But it was worth it.

  "Is everything ready for the transportation?"

  "Yes head priest."

  "Then get rid of him. We'll tell the commoners he decided to go back to his world." Again he approached grabbing a handful of my hair to force my eyes into his. "If you think we're sending you back to your original world you're dumber than you look, I hope you rot wherever you end up."

  "And I hope you have a pleasant day your ugliness." He threw my head back in distain then moved outside the circle painted into the ground.

  Glowing yellow lines started to light up around where I was chained, the beginning of the transportation glyph. Seems so long ago I first yed eyes on it during my walk home, I was so naive so filled with stories of glory in other worlds. I almost snickered at that.

  "I just have one regret." I said trying my best to smile through the whips pain at the church foke as he made his way out of the glyph. "I'll miss seeing your reaction when the people no longer need your help. Or when you fail to summon more heroes."

  The glyph reached its peak a couple more seconds and I'll be gone. "And I'll miss Razuk crushing everything you hold dear." That one got a reaction from the onlookers as according to rumours I'd killed the necromancer, a slight parting gift I suppose one that without a hero would be hard to stop. A deal to leave the world behind so long as I got the essence of evil that allowed the church kept making demon lords. They didn't know it yet but with it now inside me they were getting rid of all their power over the commoners.

  A final smile just to drive my point through and the glyph consumed me fshing quickly before I was left in a small clearing in yet another world. This is getting old I thought to myself taking in my surroundings.

  Now I had a small glimmer of hope that I might be sent back to my old world just by accident or pure chance but that was dashed away as my eyes found five tall green humanoids with small point-like horns coming from their foreheads tieing a centaur maiden to a tree in an attempt to get a saddle onto her back.

  "You guys wouldn't happen to be some very experienced rpers would you?" I got bnk stares in return from all parties. Not that I expected much from what I assume are hobgoblins of some variety, the centaur however was new to me as I'd never seen one outside of fiction and she was beautiful.

  Firey dark red hair that was almost a smoky brown adorned her head in long waves slightly fussed from resisting her assaints the same colour along the fnks of her horse half with deep purple eyes that welled with unused tears. A body that would make a super model grow angry at genetics with skin just recently tanning brown from the sun. Didn't take myself for liking this type of woman I'll admit but my body reacted in the typical way of saying it found her attractive and it was only now I realised I wasn't wearing any clothes.

  Well I've done this dance of saving a damsel before although usually with armour and weapons but I'm nothing if not adaptable. "Any chance you guys just walk away?" More bnk stares in return. Maybe there was a nguage barrier?

  That thought was interrupted by an arrow leaving the string of one of the hobgoblins bows stopping inches from my chest as I caught it. Looks like we're doing this the old fashioned way.

  Flicking the arrow in my hand around so that I could use it like a dagger I charged the closest hobgoblin taking him by surprise at my speed. The arrow found his jugur as I jabed it into his neck twirling my body around the dying creature at the same time to avoid the archers second barrage.

  By now the remaining green skins were finally registering me as a threat but it was a little too te as I stole the dagger from the hip of the soon to be corpse and sent it into the eye of the archer. Two down.

  I didn't bother grabbing another weapon as I was charged by two of the remaining creatures mainly because I wasn't given the time. Jumping over an attempted tackle from my left the sting of pain along my back reminded me I couldn't py around. Kicking the one I jumped over just to buy myself a few seconds I dodged the swing of the second nding a jab to his throat.

  Coughing and reeling from the attack I left him to target the one getting up, he didn't get a chance to right himself as I grabbed his chin from behind snapping it violently to the side feeling the muscle give out with very little protest. A quick gnce had me snicker to find the fifth hobgoblin screaming on the floor clutching his leg, a very obvious hoof print visible on his flesh.

  "Just you and me buddy." I said trying to goad my final standing foe. Without fir he charged having dropped his weapon somewhere he held his hands out to grapple. I took it in stride jabbing his throat again as he came into range.

  "Didn't learn did you?" I mocked picking up a stray sword presumably the one he dropped. Still no response not that I expected one both from him not understanding my words and the fact he was hunched over trying to empty his guts onto the floor. A quick swipe across the side of his belly was just my way of helping him get his guts on the floor quicker.

  The st remaining green skin tried to crawl away his leg broken or very badly damaged from the centaur. A smile lit up my face at the cruel irony I could bestow.

  Changing direction I instead walked towards the centaur with my hands raised in what I hoped was the universal signe of peace, minus the sword still in my hand. Her eyes followed my every move hesitation evident in her eyes. A gag of cloth was firmly in her mouth but here was also a hint of hope. Slowly approaching I took note of the rope currently tieing her to the tree quickly abandoning the idea to salvage it intact. The hobgoblins seem to have put knot after knot into the thing to keep it still and if I had a few hours I probably would still struggle to get it all untangled. Sword it was going to be.

  Again slowly raising the sword I mimicked a cutting motion as I came closer before ying my hand on the tree she was tied to. The centaur gave as close to a nod as possible in her condition.

  A few hacks with the sword ter and the rope fell away allowing the centaur maiden to take a step on her own. As she stretched I noticed the straps connecting to the crude saddle on her back were tied in a childlike way that crisscrossed unevenly under her belly that any equine handler would cry at, that could not be comfortable for her at all.

  Ignoring what I noticed I offered the sword to the red head offering her the final strike to the downed creature. She refused the bde but still made her way over to the wounded green skin.

  I was almost surprised when she stood over the poor thing in deliberation before finally bringing her hoof down with vicious speed snapping the bone in his unbroken leg. Remind me never to piss off a centaur with that strength.

  The hobgoblin screamed, a sound that reminded me of a child during my hospitality days as he spun onto his back in an attempt to use his arms to pushed her off his leg. She complied taking her hoof off his mangled leg briefly before bringing it back down on his crotch.

  The screaming stopped just as suddenly and even I felt some of his pain from that strike. The centaur however didn't, she continued to push down with the majority of her weight only stopping when a soft pop could be heard. That was enough for me.

  I've watched a lot of torture and been part of it from both sides but as a man myself there are some things that are too much to watch. I wasn't going to stop her as I'm sure he deserved it but the sky suddenly had a lot more of my attention while I waited for her to finish.

  A final clomp heralded his demise and I could finally bring myself to look at the woman as she walked towards me. I purposely didn't return my gaze for the poor sod she left behind for fear what I'd see.

  She stopped a few paces away waiting for something, it only registered to me now she might not be friendly. With a sword in hand I hoped this wasn't a out of the frying pan into the fire metaphor.