>>6025312A wordless battle cry of a furious knight who bats away two of her opponents, only for three more to take their place.
A shout of misplaced victory as the squire boy pierces his enemy through the heart, only for a flail to crash into his exposed side.
A seething growl from an old man past his prime, who could have torn these villains asunder had he the youthful vigor that left him forty years past.
A guilty whimper from a maid who sent her mistress out the back of the carriage, thinking that she might slip away unseen... while an evil voice within her heart hoped that if she got caught, all the cultists would just <span class="mu-i">go away</span>.
A panicked scream from a young lady who had neither her father's strength and courage, nor her mother's dignity and iron will. At least, not yet.
It is in that moment that your crash into your target like a comet of red and black. Flames that flicker with the eleven thousand, six hundred, and sixty four colors of the True Night cloak your hands and feet with the glory of midnight and the innumerable stars that paint it with color. Your naked bosom stands proud and firm, the toned muscles of your thighs and abdomen coiled in attack. Black lightning crackles up and down your body, the deeper blessings of your goddess roiling to the surface with unrelenting furty. The <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">[Red Maiden's Cloak]</span></span> billows in the wind as you lash out with a flying kick that crushes the skull of one of the men groping the young lady.
The young lady goes into shock as blood and gore splatters her pretty face. The other musclebound man serving the woman who clearly led the cult stares at you in shock, not sure whether his eyes should drink in the magnificence of your naked bosom, or the horrific sight of the foot you just put through his friend's face. You'd apologize to him if you had any intention of letting the reprobates who worshiped the Abyss live to see the sunset.
After all, you meant to kill his boss.
"You're faster than I thought you'd be!" You would lie if you said that excitement did not fill your voice. Of all the things in the world, the only thing you loved nearly as much as a good dicking down is the opportunity to fight a worthy opponent.
With a sudden, crisp motion, your legs snap into a second midair kick with the intent to take the cult leader's head. Darting out of the way, she sacrifices the other man who had been holding the young lady hostage. Though your foot only grazes against his face, that is enough. The Black Flame of True Night devours the evil in his soul as swiftly and surely as fire devours naphtha. Were that enough, when you land on solid ground with a flick and a twirl, the true force of your blows kicks in and both the corpse and the man are sent flying off to crash into the treeline.
