"Let's call a truce." Alana said with her hands raised up in resignation. Her chest was still bare, and everywhere could see the obscenities drawn on her breasts and all over.
There was silence, like everyone awaited another to speak. Of Alana's team, only one aside her remained, Tuarine had killed two men with her powerful punches and kicks, and the other two were killed by her men before they got burnt to ashes.
Alana lips curved into a mischievous smirk. Her nipples perked up, released a spell, and from her breasts sprang two giant snakes.
Chaos befell the group, giant snakes bursting from a woman's breasts was the last thing they could imagine would have resulted from this encounter, and she had caught them off guard. Tuarine got one with her arms, holding off its jaws with her hands. It hurled her back, driving her further into the woods as it squirmed in a high velocity.
The second swallowed a man once it erupted out of the magicker's breast, it killed another with a powerful swing of its tail. Jonan however landed the next blow, his greatsword striking the snake's back–close to its head. The great snake winced in pain, letting out a wicked hiss, and then slamming its side against Jonan, sending the large man flying until he struck a tree, and fell unconscious.
"No no no!" Some, shaken by the brutality of the snakes, deserted the scene, and ran.
"No you don't." Said Alana's only surviving teammate. Unlike the others, he bore a skill, a great one that set him aside from the skill-less masses, despite not being ordained by the gods and given a class.
He took a live frog from his pocket, and squeezed it to its death, siphoning the potent mana that leaked out of creatures when they died.
"Skill: Mimic."
The black clad man suddenly hopped on the trunk of a tree on all fours. Not only did he get the muscle power to make such a powerful jump, his body morphed to seem like that of a frog. His legs bent unnaturally, thighs thick and coiled like springs, his feet tore out of his shoes as they became elongated. His arms mirrored the same odd tension, elbows jutting out, fingers tipped with a subtle, sticky curl. He had taken the shape of a frog yet maintained his human likeness.
Thump! Thump!
Each jump let out a powerful sound.
The running men could not outrun his leaps, and one after the other, they got stomped to death, all six of them. So much for the bravery they had displayed.
Ren was left facing the wounded snake. Jonan's strike had been deep, not deep enough to kill it, but enough to slow it down considerably.
"Ren, this is what you have been training for." He muttered as the snake crawled to him in a quickened haste. It lashed at him but he escaped easily with a sidestep. The snake lunged at him again, but this time, he was more than ready, it was like the god of courage patted him on the back with how bold he felt in the moment. He held his silversteel sword straight up high, streaming mana through his body, and fortifying his muscles. Mana flared through him, catching both Tuarine and the magicker's attention. The snake was unrelenting however, it was like an unstoppable train moving at a deathly speed. With mana flared as much, Ren's perception was heightened, and he saw the vibrant evil mana that flowed from the giant snake's body.
It slammed itself at Ren, jaws wide open. Ren struck down his sword with all he had. He felt the snake hit him like a falling boulder but his feet remained planted on the ground. His sword struggled to cut through the snake's skull but with the momentum at which it came, the sword sank right in, passing through the rest of its body like a hot knife against butter. The ki gathered on his blade to escape in a powerful blast, hitting trees ahead, and turning them into smithereens.
The sound of blood streaming violently was all Ren could hear for the next few seconds. He looked at his hands, seeing how wet they were in the snake's reddish brown blood. He gagged, forcing down what he had eaten earlier. Danger had not passed entirely though, he heard a scream coming his way, his heightened hearing picking up the subtle change in the wind.
The mimic man thought he had gotten Ren, he just had to be quick enough. He miscalculated. With eyes as cold as an icy goddess, Ren swung his sword at the direction of the wail. The mimic man had his legs outstretched, intending on pounding Ren to the ground, but the isekaied man had other plans. Ren's silversteel sword caught between his legs, cutting through his taint, further down till the end of his head. He was split into lateral halves.
Bits of the bandits intestine strewn itself around his arms but Ren smacked it off.
Tuarine and Alana had been so caught up with Ren's performance that they suspended their bout. Alana watched from a distance, her face flushed in admiration. Tuarine still had herself occupied with the snake, holding its powerful jaws with her equally powerful arms.
Ren flung his sword at the snake, and it went right through its head, blood spurting out of its head as it turned lifeless.
Ren walked to Tuarine, he still bore bloodlust but he had used most of his mana attacking the snake. It was taking him all he had to remain on his feet. He took his silversteel sword from the ground, and brandished it.
"It is two against one, are you sure you want this to continue?" A bluff, he was in no state to fight, and Tuarine had exhausted most of her energy fighting the men and holding back the snake, she was in a much better position, and she had more cards to play.
"Alana, my name is Alana." She responded.