Bridgette brutally hip-checked a warg, toppling it into the rge central campfire in a shower of sparks, the smell of burning fur filling the air. The orc on its back screamed in pain as he nded in the middle of the fire, scorching his hands as he tried to stand, his clothing catching on fire. The nude barbarian spun, pink hair glowing in the fire light, her greataxe fshing in an upwards curve, as she took the leg from another warg, the rider jumping to the ground and raising an axe and screaming curses.

  The other two sets of orcs and wargs spread out, the orcs sliding from their mounts and drawing their weapons, while the riders pulled brutal spiked mauls and swords menacingly. Bridgette stood her ground, gncing at her foes. One burnt warg, one injured warg, two healthy wargs. One burnt and possibly dead orc, three angry orcs. One nude, horny, and fucking angry sexed up barbarian. It was time to party.

  She screamed a battle cry to challenge the orcs and charged forward, weapons cshing together in the dim light, sparks flying from the metal on metal contact.

  Alice picked herself up from where she y, having tripped on a dead body, and rushed to where Colin and D y on the ground. She gnced up at a whimper, the elven woman's wolf slowly dragging itself from the warg's pen toward the fallen woman, the wolf's hind legs brutally savaged and not working. The wolf was leaving a trail of blood behind it as it crawled toward its mistress. Alice pced her hand on Colin's head, casting a healing spell, his body briefly glowing pink as the energy flooded into him. He coughed, spraying blood, and his heartbeat seemed to stabilize a bit, although a sword still jutted from his back, piercing through his body and pinning him to the ground below.

  Alice grasped the sword and pulled, an obscene reenactment of the Arthurian legend. A slurping sound filled the air as the sword withdrew from Colin's abused chest, the wizard immediately spasming as his lung colpsed.

  "Oh fuck," Alice muttered, burning another high level healing spell to try to stabilize the damage. The wounds sealed back up, pink flesh knitting together where the gaping wound had previously been bubbling a mixture of air and blood. The wizard y still, breathing heavily. She then turned her attention to D, the woman ying underneath Colin's gangly frame, dozens of wounds bleeding freely, her face contorted in pain, and her right arm mangled.

  Behind her, Alice could hear the crash of weapons, swearing and taunts from Bridgette, as well as screams and roars from the orcs and wargs. She couldn't spare the time to turn around and check on the battle, she just had to hope that Bridgette could hold on a few more moments. A quick gnce at her party interface showed that Bridgette still had about half her health, so Alice quickly threw a light healing spell at the naked woman, bumping her closer to full. Alice then looked back down at D.

  Pcing her hand on the woman's shoulder, Alice prayed to Fi and spent more healing energy. The familiar pink glow surrounded D momentarily, some of the wounds closing, but much of the damage remaining. Alice cast again, more healing energy flowing into the downed woman. D's eyes flickered open, her expression fogged with pain as she gnced at the unconscious wizard ying on her and at Alice kneeling by her side.

  "We're here to help," she told the mysterious woman. D tried to nod her head, grimacing at the pain as her wounds tugged painfully. Alice cast yet another spell, healing the worst of the damage. She gnced up as a shadow towered over her, momentarily panicking and toppling onto her ass. D's wolf had reached them, the giant creature desperate to reach its mistress but clearly in enormous pain and nearly dead. Alice carefully approached the wolf, hands open in a calming gesture. Bloody fangs dripped onto her head as she inched closer. The wolf whimpered in pain as she pressed her hand to its surprisingly soft and furry chest, casting a healing spell on the creature. Many of the wounds closed, but again not all. Alice tried again, more healing energy closing the wolf's wounds.

  A shout from behind made Alice gnce at her party interface again, Bridgette's health nearly gone. In a panic, Alice spun and cast yet more healing spells. Bridgette stood, rivers blood streaming down her body from numerous injuries, facing off against two orcs and a warg, the remaining creatures dead at her feet. Bridgette flushed as the healing energy filled her, her health bar zooming back towards full in Alice's vision. Alice turned back, looking at the trio near her. Both D and Colin were unconscious and the wolf was trying to stand, gingerly putting weight on its newly healed legs.

  More howls ripped through the night air, distant but drawing closer. "B, we gotta fucking go! I'm nearly out of spells and these two are out cold," Alice screamed. "This isn't good."

  "No shit," Bridgette yelled back, gasping for breath as she dove under an axe blow, rolling to her feet and smming her greataxe into the side of the remaining warg's skull in a shower of bone and viscera. She braced her foot along the warg's shoulder and heaved backwards, the axe ripping free. She used the momentum, rolling backwards and springing to her feet once more. An orc charged forward, sword sshing wildly and ripping deep across the top of her thigh, blood spraying as her skin fyed open. "Fuck," Bridgette gasped in pain.

  Alice blinked as she heard a weak "pew pew" from Colin, the wizard having regained consciousness and pointed a finger towards the orcs. A spray of magical darts flew across the camp, killing both of the two remaining orcs. Colin's body spasmed, he coughed painfully, spraying blood on the dirt, and then stilled, unconsciousness ciming him once more. Bridgette limped over to Alice, her hand trying to hold her muscles together as blood ran freely down her inner thigh like the period from hell. The pink cum that had covered and protected her through the worst of the assaults dripped, mixing with blood as it fell into the dirt. The pink coloring was fading from her hair and eyes, their colors returning to normal.

  Alice rushed over, pressing her hands to her lover's body, kissing her deeply and channeling Fi's divinity in her passion. The worst of Bridgette's wounds healed in a pink glow, but she was still weak on her feet and weary from combat. The howl of wargs sounded again, much closer than a minute before.

  Alice gnced around in a panic, taking stock of their situation. "B, help me get her up on the wolf. Hopefully it'll carry her. Then maybe you and I can get Colin?"

  "Yea, we can try," Bridgette replied, exhaustion seeping into her voice. Somehow, the wolf knew what they intended and lowered itself to the ground, making it easy for the two women to haul D's body and drape it on the wolf's back. "I don't know how she's going to stay up there, but maybe we'll get lucky. Help me with Colin."

  Alice rolled Colin into a sitting position, with Bridgette kneeling in front of him. She then tucked forward, driving her shoulder into his midsection, before rolling backward, bringing him with her as she stood with a grunt. Bridgette's legs wobbled, and she took a quick step to the side, steadying herself.

  "Are you good?"

  "Maybe. I'm going to need you to lead, it's all I can do to keep him up there and stand. I have no idea where to go, but let's get the fuck out of here."

  With that, Alice turned away from the sound of the incoming wargs and led the limping wolf and the exhausted barbarian, both carrying their injured companions, into the woods as they beat a hasty retreat.