The assault began with a fireball, as all good battles should. A fming mote zipped across the clearing, impacting the rge hut that most of the remaining orcs had been sleeping in, and exploded. An ear-shattering boom broke the pre-dawn twilight, a column of fire rising fifty feet into the air as the wood and mud hut caught on fire. An orc staggered to the door of the hut burning, shirtless, hair on fire, and clearly injured. It braced itself against the door frame, pausing briefly to get its breath before it ran out of the hut.
A sleek bck arrow took it in the throat, killing it and dropping it backwards, fouling the doorway with its corpse. Another orc made it to the door, trying to climb over its dead companion. Another arrow flew in, another corpse nded on the floor, continuing to block the entrance. Yells came from inside the hut, as the orcs shoved at the bodies and tried to escape the fiery building. More orcs started to appear from the doorways of the other huts, half-dressed and holding weapons, yelling back and forth in confusion. They had not yet realized where the attack was coming from.
With a battle cry worthy of a fictional warrior princess, Bridgette rode into the camp on the back of Moonwhisper, the enormous primal dire wolf's paws shaking the ground as it raced toward its foes. Bridgette leaped from the wolf's back, performing a back-flip as she nded next to a cluster of orcs, her greataxe striking one in the neck with a savage blow. Bridgette was dressed in white leggings and a tissue-thin lime-green crop-top t-shirt with the phrase Temporary Emergency Clothes, Remove In Case of Combat, Not Suitable For Stressful Environments embzoned on the front. The shirt also contained an image of a naked anime woman holding an axe who bore a surprising resembnce to the woman wearing the shirt. Moonwhisper continued her run, leaping toward the pen containing the orc's warg companions. Right before the giant wolf reached the pen, a fireball impacted in the middle of the wargs, scattering them and lighting their fur on fire, and then the wolf stuck.
Alice and Colin advanced, emerging from the forest around the former campsite, now orc encampment, the wizard flinging spells in all directions. As they reached the center of the camp, Alice paused, closing her eyes in a prayer to Fi and casting a spell. A rge pink glow surrounded Alice, ethereal winds whipping her sheer white sundress from below as she struggled to hold it in pce. As the glow faded, an enormous translucent pink tentacle monster appeared and hovered above the Acolyte of Aphrodite. An orc charged toward Alice and Colin, roaring and drawing his axe back, preparing to strike. A tentacle fshed down, grabbing the orc by the throat, and snapping its neck in a swift thrashing motion. Additional tentacles emerged, waving menacingly at the area surrounding Alice, protecting her from threats, while a final two tentacles draped lovingly around the woman, one wrapping around her waist and the other gently rubbing against her inner thigh.
"Really, Alice? You summon a symbol of your goddess to defend you and this is what you get?" Colin asked in disbelief.
Alice patted the tentacle caressing her leg as it started to push up her dress, seeking a more enticing location, "Not now, Fi. I'm busy! And yes, Colin. Isn't she impressive?"
"Not my cup of tea, but whatever gets you wet, I suppose. Bzzt!" Colin turned, bsting a lightning bolt at a cluster of orcs as they were preparing to rush from behind one of the huts toward Bridgette as she battled three more orcs at once. The barbarian had taken a few gncing blows from the orc weapons, completely shredding her outfit, leaving her breasts exposed and wobbling around lewdly as she side-stepped a stab and retaliated with a brutal swipe of her greataxe.
Alice turned, seeing a nearly invisible Deirdre slip into the pen containing the wargs and Moonwhisper, a sword in her hand, the steel fshing in the light of the small fires still flickering. She leapt on a warg from behind, savagely driving the bde into the back of its head, puncturing the skull and riding it into the dirt as it died. Deirdre then spun, bde instantly seeking the next foe, as a warg sprang toward the small elven woman.
"This is going pretty well so far," Colin said, as he watched Bridgette kill another orc.
"Don't say that, Colin," Alice warned. "You never say that!"
Alice's skin prickled, almost as if in a storm, and she spun, looking for the threat. A lightning bolt bsted through the space she had just been standing in, the electricity burning her and shattering her concentration as a deafening thundercp filled the air. A grizzled orc, one eye covered by a patch, stepped from a hut. It was wearing tattered robes, stained with a variety of fluids, and held a short staff, covered in feathers with a human skull on top. The shaman was staring directly at where Alice and Colin stood, hatred in its red eyes.
The orc shaman turned and pointed at Bridgette, shouting something in its nguage, and suddenly the barbarian woman found herself unable to move, frozen in pce. The orcs surrounding her moved in, one racing in to stab at Bridgette, the sword cutting deep into her thigh, bouncing off her femur as a spray of blood erupted into the air. Alice saw Bridgette's health plummet in her party interface, preparing to cast a healing spell. She opened her mouth, pointed toward her lover, and spoke ... but nothing happened. She tried again, but realized she could no longer hear the sounds of battle, either. Alice gnced around in a panic, unsure what was going on.
A second orc shaman had emerged, this one pointing at where Alice stood, channeling a spell. Colin also spun, looking for the foe as well, suddenly unable to cast any spells in the eerie silence. An orc warrior swung its axe, biting into the side of Bridgette's chest, hacking deeply between her ribs, as her eyes rolled back in her head and the woman went unconscious. Alice screamed in horror, no sound emerging from her mouth, as Bridgette's health bar in her interface went empty and began urgently fshing.
An arrow smmed into the chest of the orc shaman maintaining the silence spell, Deirdre having broken free of the wargs long enough to grab her bow and attempt to disrupt the orc's concentration. Suddenly, Alice could hear again - the scream of a dying warg, the roar of the orcish warrior, the cng of axe bdes, and Colin screaming "Fireball" as he dropped an explosion around Bridgette, carving out just enough space in the middle to avoid her. The orcs surrounding her went flying backwards in all directions as a bomb went off, fire roiling into the air and heat parching her throat. Deirdre spun, firing another arrow at the shaman who had cast Hold Person, hitting the orc in the arm and causing him to drop his staff.
Bridgette's body slumped to the ground, blood pouring from numerous wounds. Alice screamed "Heal" as she channeled energy, trying to push as much health as possible back into her lover's abused body. A pink glow surrounded Bridgette's body, partially closing the worst of her wounds on her leg and chest. Alice cast again, healing additional damage. "Pew pew," shouted Colin, stepping up next to Alice and directing missiles at the shaman who had silenced them. The projectiles zipped across the camp, smming into the orc in a spray of blood as he dropped from view, falling behind a nearby log.
Alice rushed to Bridgette's side, rolling the redhead onto her back, screaming "Get up, babe! I need you!" Alice leaned forward, passionately kissing the unconscious woman as she channeled Fi's divinity into one more healing spell. As she y there, locked in an embrace with Bridgette, arrows and spells flew over her head as Deirdre and Colin fought to keep the orcs back. Finally, Alice felt the magic unlock, and she bzed with a pink light briefly before the light flowed into Bridgette through their kiss, fading as Bridgette's eyes flickered open, pupils dyed pink.
"LUSTY MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION," Bridgette yelled as she regained consciousness, still being held closely by Alice.
