The red mage, however, has expressed genuine admiration for the bare, lithe midriffs the merrow sport, and once commented that "Medusa's pretty hot, though." The former was tempered with the acknowledgement that, "But still, I don't think I'd do them," while we can assume the latter was sarcasm.
Now, the subject of "bitches" recently came up, and in the modern context apparently refers to any female I express interest in (I have yet to consult Webster regarding this matter but cannot deny this seems to be the common interpretation). This would naturally include Medusa, the entire Lamia population of both the Sexy Swarm and the Arrapaggo Reef, the Experimental Lamia, and, to a lesser extent, their Merrow cousins. The lesser-used term "ho" appears to carry a similar connotation but is dwarfed in usage by it's bigger bitch sister.
Catgirls, Elvaan belonging on the girl's football team, silly teenagers, foreign Humes and hefty middle age lushes also belong to this group, but for the sake of today's entry this is merely a sidenote.
An awkward conversation regarding said female dogs encouraged me to comment on my knowledge of lamia falling into that category, as I recall Tamberly saying, "Bitch is going down!" regarding our first non-Besieged, non-Jello wrestling real deal fight with one of the saucy snakes. I innocently commented on the bittersweet nature of her the "lamia bitch going down," to which my companion giggled like a schoolgirl before asking for screenshots.
Screenshots of her quote, not the alleged naughty business that occurred.
Hundreds of screenshots were scoured, till finally the truth came to light.
My memory had indeed failed me regarding the exact quote (which could have later spared the awkward conversation regarding the poor girl "going down"), but she was indeed regarded as a "bitch" following the red mage's burning stare. We have here our first non-besieged babe, hence the screenshots memorializing the occasion. Despite some hesitance having previously struggled within the cave and with the chimera's two skeleton warriors, we "tried this bitch just to see."
Tam tossed a spell the unsuspecting woman's way. She lunged at us with a hiss, her scimitar striking at the mage before I reluctantly lashed out with my polearm, the blue-skinned bimbo whirling to face her new challengers. She moved in a rhythmic, side to side manner, at once snake-like and almost as if dancing.
The nubile chimera's speed was more than I could match, but the red mage's rain of debilitating debuffs confounded the creature. The air suddenly picked up as she attempted a trick of her own, a wide cut of her blade that moved the very air about it. It was pure desperation: air was something I was used to breathing in, being human, and the light gust only served to cool off the thick armor plating.
Mad panic ensued as the chimera began to flail wildly with her thick, clawed hands. Most of the blows bounced harmlessly off the white steel, and the few wounds that sprouted were quickly closed up by an expertly-timed spell shot off by the mage.
I countered in kind with some reluctance, the spear in my hands moving almost of it's own accord, peppering the woman's torso. A last gasp escaped her lips. She sunk to the ground in a wispy, slow manner as if even their deaths were choreographed.
There lies the buxom beauty; the poor fatedealer was rather pathetic. After all the hype, all the battles, all the besiegeds, she went down in a minute; Lamia No.2 she wasn't. Naturally, it wasn't enough that we had dealt her fate, so Tam had to take one last parting shot at the befallen blue-skinned beauty, or perhaps her comrade there. Either way, I'm pretty sure she kicked the fallen woman, spit on her and said something about, "Bitch ain't got shit on me."
And there we have it, the first lamia to fall prey to the primary members of THC, as per Tamberly's request. The poor creature, cut down in the prime of her illustrious career of walking in random patterns outside the cave's entrance with her skeleton guys. The skeleton guys we dispatched one at a time and she didn't bother to notice, before running away from her potential allies to follow Tam into a dark cavern where who knows how many might have awaited her. The cavern where she tried to fight against a trio of hardened warriors by herself instead of calling for the nearby aide or the horde of slithering sexbombs in the nearby tunnels.
Okay, so many she wasn't the brightest of the bunch and we did the Swarm a favor.
The point is, I can only hope Tam takes solace in this dark, brutal time in our careers, knowing full well the mental anguish I have suffered in retelling this sordid tale. I wanted digits, but alas, in true red mage form, she only wanted blood...
Anyway, I'd totally go BST if I could tame Lamia.
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