"So, uh, that's new," Bridgette quipped. "I guess everyone gets a turn?" Alice elbowed her lover in the ribs and gred.
"Don't even think about it. I'm sure that poor girl has been through enough."
"You never know, she might like it, the thrill of anonymous lovers pulling up behind her and dumping a load in?" Bridgette countered, trying to come up with a pusible solution.
Deirdre shook her head. "Even if such a person existed, this isn't the pce for it. These women were captured and need to be rescued." She led the quartet around the wall, finding a blindfolded and gagged woman chained to the other side of the wall, bent over so her rear was pressing into the hole. As they untied the restraints and freed her, the woman began sobbing furiously and colpsed to the floor. They helped her to her feet, but she was otherwise uncommunicative, and they continued forward.
As they entered the next room, a man charged the door waving a sword over his head and screaming obscenities. Bridgette stepped to the side, tripping him as he went past. The man nded in a heap on the ground, the sword cttering out of his hands. Deirdre quickly kicked the sword out of the man's reach and leaned down with a dagger, pcing it next to the man's ear.
"Hello," she said. "Nice to meet you."
"Fuck you," the man screamed. "Warren said to kill you all and we'll be rewarded!"
Alice and Bridgette shrugged at Deirdre, who quickly drove the dagger into the man's skull through his ear, killing him.
"Well," Bridgette began, "I guess it doesn't matter how he knows we're here, but he knows. And I don't think we're going to talk our way out of this, so let's just kill them all." The other three nodded their agreement and continued forward. As they continued working their way through the first two floors of the missile silo, they found three more henchmen. Each was individually quite weak, the girls and Colin able to dispatch them with only an attack or two.
"This is almost pathetic," Bridgette said a few minutes ter, wiping gore from one of her axes. "Are we really that much stronger than everyone?"
Alice shrugged, gncing around the second floor's main lounge. Shag carpets and sofas were set up all over the pce, with empty bottles of booze and used condoms on almost every countertop. Soiled clothing also had been tossed in various corners, mostly ripped lingerie but a few things that might have been schoolgirl skirts also could be found. She reached down, grabbing a bit of pid fabric, and picked it up to examine it.
"Not much here," she said, holding it up to her hips and blinking at how short it was. "Not the most practical."
Bridgette snorted, taking the fabric from Alice's hands and peering at it. "I think it's meant for excitement, not daily use. Although ... you'd look pretty hot in the schoolgirl outfit." Alice blushed, gncing at the two elves who were pretending to ignore the conversation. "But we can go into that ter."
"Only if you're the teacher," Alice quickly said, before tucking away the skirt. "Okay, so ... where were we?"
Colin blushed, gncing around. "I think we were trying to figure out why these guys were so weak and where the captive women were. I guess we keep going?" Deirdre and Bridgette nodded, looking toward the door leading down the next set of stairs. Colin, eager to move on, grabbed the door and pulled it open. As he did, he noticed - too te - a string attached to the opposite door handle.
Colin coughed, gncing down. An odd piece of wood was sticking out of his chest. He reached his hand down to touch it, coughing again as he did. Some blood came out, spraying across his chest as he coughed weakly. It looked like a bolt from a crossbow, but that was weird. How did it end up in his chest? Colin staggered backward a few steps.
"KILL THEM!" A battle cry came from the open doorway and four men rushed in, swords swinging wildly. Bridgette and Deirdre immediately jumped into action, the two women working to keep the four men pinned back towards the doorway. They were being pressed hard though, these four weren't as easy to kill as the previous groups had been. In the mean time, Alice grabbed Colin and walked him a few steps backward out of the way and helped him sit.
As Colin's back touched the wall, he arched back up screaming in pain, the head of the crossbow bolt having fully punched through his body. Deirdre's head spun around, looking at Colin with concern in her eyes, and one of the two men she was fighting managed a lucky ssh, opening her thigh which started bleeding profusely. The elven woman cursed, hop-stepping backward to avoid putting weight on the leg as she continued trying to deflect incoming sword strikes.
"Focus," Bridgette snapped. "Alice will heal him. We need to kill them so she has a chance." She swung her axes ferociously, forcing one of the two men she was battling with to take a step backwards.
"You're all going to die here, sluts," the man on the far right snarled. "Or else we'll capture you and add you to the collection. You could do with some discipline."
"Dibs on the one in the back," the man on the far left called. "But I'll leave her in the free use section when I'm done."
"You only get dibs if you chain her yourself," the man next to him countered. "And we've got to disarm these other two cunts first."
Alice tried to shut out the banter, focusing her healing on Colin. The mage y on his side, the bolt having pierced completely through his body. About six inches of the shaft were still visible in his front, but the head of the bolt had punctured through his lungs, missing his ribs thankfully, and was jutting out his back. Alice's mind raced, trying to figure out the most effective way to heal him. As she tentatively put a hand on the bolt, Colin groaned in pain again, wincing as the bolt moved slightly. Alice's hand glowed as she tried to channel healing energy into Colin to stabilize him, but knew she had to walk a fine line because she couldn't seal the wounds up with the bolt still inside his body.
"Fuck!" Bridgette shouted from behind Alice, cursing a streak as the csh of weapons intensified. Alice half-turned, starting to look, when Colin coughed again, blood spttering on Alice's face, and dropped back weakly to the floor. Fuck, Alice cursed in her mind.
"This is going to hurt, Colin," she warned the mage. Colin ignored her, mostly unconscious at this point. Alice reared back and using every bit of her strength, shoved the bolt the rest of the way through Colin's chest. She then had to slightly roll him, grabbing the bolt out of his back, and pulling it the rest of the way. As she gnced down, she realized Colin had stopped moving. "Fuck," she swore again, channeling more healing energy into the downed mage.
"Alice!" Bridgette screamed, a note of panic rising in her voice. "A little help." As Alice turned to look, she saw the fight had gone rapidly downhill while she focused on Colin. Both of her friends were bleeding from a variety of cuts, Bridgette's left arm hung loosely with a rge chunk of her bicep exposed, and Deirdre had taken several more cuts to the same leg and what looked like a nasty ssh across the face. One of the four men was down, one of Bridgette's axes lodged in his face as he slumped against the doorway they had originally come through. Alice quickly cast a pair of healing spells, trying to boost the two women, but had to immediately spin back to Colin.
As Alice continued pouring healing energy into Colin, she could feel his body start to stabilize, the grievous internal wounds starting to close up. Colin took a shuddering breath, coughing more blood, then another breath with less coughing. Colin's breathing slowly returned to normal as Alice checked him over, ensuring the wounds were closing up properly. Another thud sounded behind Alice, and she turned back. A second of the men was down, Deirdre having apparently managed to ssh him across the throat. A geyser of blood had sprayed up hitting the ceiling.
Now that the fight was two on two, Bridgette and Deirdre pressed their advantage and managed to finish off the st two quickly, killing both men without hesitation. As the final two men died, Bridgette smmed the door shut, quickly dragging a body in front of it to slow it from opening. Deirdre limped over to kneel next to Colin as Alice rushed to Bridgette, pcing a hand on her lover's damaged bicep and channeling heals into it. Alice then turned, healing Deirdre as well, her hand on the elven woman's thigh as the wound closed up.
"Well, that was a little harder than I thought," Bridgette said. Colin chuckled weakly, having opened his eyes. "I guess we can't get too cocky."
"Yea, I'm not opening any more doors," Colin agreed. "That hurt." Deirdre scooted around, pulling Colin's head into her p as she knelt on the floor, pressing a hand to his forehead.
"Are you okay? You were injured quite seriously," she asked. Colin nodded.
"I'll be okay, just need a few minutes to catch my breath."
"Let's all take a few minutes. I'll finish healing you guys, then we need to be a bit more cautious. This isn't a game," Alice said. The others nodded their agreement as they gathered around the raven-haired healer and the enemies' corpses continued leaking blood onto the floor of the missile silo.