The spectator and entertainment areas were now in full panic. Even the those that stayed for the “rebellion” as just another attraction, did not view the appearance of a demonling within the city’s territory with the same enthusiasm.
Nearly everyone lucid enough to comprehend what was going on turned to flee to the tunnels that led out of these mines. Naked, half-naked, with hard cocks, unfinished blowjobs, and unsatisfied pussies. Stumbling and falling over, dozens fell into the darkness below from the paths and platforms that had no safeguards.
Only the most deranged, drunk out of their minds or high as kites stayed and continued watching what little they could see, or rolled on the ground, too out of it to even stand, or continued fucking without even paying attention to what happened around them.
But as panic spread through both the viewers and the fighters in the arena, Beatrice did the opposite: she took slow, deep breaths and calmed herself.
Calm down, panic never helped anyone, Beatrice told herself. It’s just an overgrown bug, the lowest tier enemy among the so-called “Demons From Beyond”. Their strength is supposed to be in numbers, which it does not have! And I’ve been summoned here to save the world from these things! Twenty levels up is supposed to count for something, right?
With her peripheral vision Beatrice saw that the closest to the demonling, Felicia, kept on merrily masturbating without a care in the world. And the demon made no attempts to instantly shred her to pieces, like it tried with Beatrice.
She can control it? Was Beatrice’s first thought. But that makes no sense. Is she invisible to the demon by some potion or magic? But it responded to her call. And she wouldn’t summon a creature that would attack her indiscriminately… Keep on giggling, Felicia! I’ll fuck the answers out of you when I’m done with this bug! And you’ll tell me anything just to keep cumming!
The demonling did not take well the fireball attacks against its persona. It unleashed another cry and thrust its scythe-like claws into the rocks under it repeatedly, breaking them to pieces, pumping itself up for combat.
Three Skill Points left… Fuck it! Better safe than sorry! Beatrice went to her combat skills to pick the first that looked remotely useful in the seconds that she had. She did not even get the time to use the third Point before the time was up.
After another thrust into the ground, the demon used its frontal claws as leverage to accelerate forward at an even greater speed, sprinting straight at Beatrice, or perhaps, at the fire mages behind the succubus, responsible for the fire attacks. However, before even covering a third of the distance, another fire blast from the side disrupted the demonling’s movements.
“Kill it fast!” Bob shouted as he ran at the demonling from the side, back in action, preparing another fire spell in his hands, followed by a shirtless ally close behind him.
“How did a demonling get here!?” Carl, the healer among their group asked Bob in a panicked voice.
With an unholy screech, the demonling changed its targets and maneuvered straight at Bob and Carl.
“Interrogate it after it’s dead!” Bob shouted and blasted another fire attack in the demonling’s face, followed by a weaker one from Carl.
Unfortunately for them, the demonling charged straight through the fire attacks, surprising both Bob and Carl, who ended up running straight into a foe that turned out to be immune to their abilities, but eager to return their intent.
All the men had the time to do was stop in their tracks, driven forward by their own courageous momentum straight at a demon leaping out of the fire with its frontal claws raised for a top-down slice.
A swift slice, followed by another within a second, a piercing cry of pain.
The demonling backed off, twisting and screeching in pain and anger as it flailed its frontal appendages, both of which had their claws significantly shortened.
“G-Goddess!” Bob gasped, sweating, amazed.
Beatrice had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, attacking from the side, and sliced straight through two of the demonling’s main weapons.
| Skill Name: Sharp Claws (+1) Rank: E Type: Combat Craft / Toggle Cost: 12 Stamina per minute Cooldown: 10 seconds Description: A Succubus can extend its fingernails into sharp, long, deadly claws. Often considered as a sure tell sign of the Succubus preparing for combat, it can also be a feign to scare off any unwanted company. Once activated, increases the Succubus’s Physical Attack by 30%, Physical Defense penetration by 15% Minimum Requirements: Character level: 4 Skill Points in Combat Craft: 5 |
| Skill Name: Blink Rank: D Type: Combat Craft / Active Cost: 20 Stamina Cooldown: 5 Minutes Description: Instantly move twenty feet in any direction within line of sight and without movement-obstructing obstacles. Minimum Requirements: Character level: 15 Skill Points in Combat Craft: 5 |
The spectator and entertainment areas were now in full panic. Even the those that stayed for the “rebellion” as just another attraction, did not view the appearance of a demonling within the city’s territory with the same enthusiasm.
Nearly everyone lucid enough to comprehend what was going on turned to flee to the tunnels that led out of these mines. Naked, half-naked, with hard cocks, unfinished blowjobs, and unsatisfied pussies. Stumbling and falling over, dozens fell into the darkness below from the paths and platforms that had no safeguards.
Only the most deranged, drunk out of their minds or high as kites stayed and continued watching what little they could see, or rolled on the ground, too out of it to even stand, or continued fucking without even paying attention to what happened around them.
But as panic spread through both the viewers and the fighters in the arena, Beatrice did the opposite: she took slow, deep breaths and calmed herself.
Calm down, panic never helped anyone, Beatrice told herself. It’s just an overgrown bug, the lowest tier enemy among the so-called “Demons From Beyond”. Their strength is supposed to be in numbers, which it does not have! And I’ve been summoned here to save the world from these things! Twenty levels up is supposed to count for something, right?
With her peripheral vision Beatrice saw that the closest to the demonling, Felicia, kept on merrily masturbating without a care in the world. And the demon made no attempts to instantly shred her to pieces, like it tried with Beatrice.
She can control it? Was Beatrice’s first thought. But that makes no sense. Is she invisible to the demon by some potion or magic? But it responded to her call. And she wouldn’t summon a creature that would attack her indiscriminately… Keep on giggling, Felicia! I’ll fuck the answers out of you when I’m done with this bug! And you’ll tell me anything just to keep cumming!
The demonling did not take well the fireball attacks against its persona. It unleashed another cry and thrust its scythe-like claws into the rocks under it repeatedly, breaking them to pieces, pumping itself up for combat.
Three Skill Points left… Fuck it! Better safe than sorry! Beatrice went to her combat skills to pick the first that looked remotely useful in the seconds that she had. She did not even get the time to use the third Point before the time was up.
After another thrust into the ground, the demon used its frontal claws as leverage to accelerate forward at an even greater speed, sprinting straight at Beatrice, or perhaps, at the fire mages behind the succubus, responsible for the fire attacks. However, before even covering a third of the distance, another fire blast from the side disrupted the demonling’s movements.
“Kill it fast!” Bob shouted as he ran at the demonling from the side, back in action, preparing another fire spell in his hands, followed by a shirtless ally close behind him.
“How did a demonling get here!?” Carl, the healer among their group asked Bob in a panicked voice.
With an unholy screech, the demonling changed its targets and maneuvered straight at Bob and Carl.
“Interrogate it after it’s dead!” Bob shouted and blasted another fire attack in the demonling’s face, followed by a weaker one from Carl.
Unfortunately for them, the demonling charged straight through the fire attacks, surprising both Bob and Carl, who ended up running straight into a foe that turned out to be immune to their abilities, but eager to return their intent.
All the men had the time to do was stop in their tracks, driven forward by their own courageous momentum straight at a demon leaping out of the fire with its frontal claws raised for a top-down slice.
A swift slice, followed by another within a second, a piercing cry of pain.
The demonling backed off, twisting and screeching in pain and anger as it flailed its frontal appendages, both of which had their claws significantly shortened.
“G-Goddess!” Bob gasped, sweating, amazed.
Beatrice had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, attacking from the side, and sliced straight through two of the demonling’s main weapons.
| Skill Name: Sharp Claws (+1) Rank: E Type: Combat Craft / Toggle Cost: 12 Stamina per minute Cooldown: 10 seconds Description: A Succubus can extend its fingernails into sharp, long, deadly claws. Often considered as a sure tell sign of the Succubus preparing for combat, it can also be a feign to scare off any unwanted company. Once activated, increases the Succubus’s Physical Attack by 30%, Physical Defense penetration by 15% Minimum Requirements: Character level: 4 Skill Points in Combat Craft: 5 |
| Skill Name: Blink Rank: D Type: Combat Craft / Active Cost: 20 Stamina Cooldown: 5 Minutes Description: Instantly move twenty feet in any direction within line of sight and without movement-obstructing obstacles. Minimum Requirements: Character level: 15 Skill Points in Combat Craft: 5 |
