>>5172461>>5172462>>5172464You might have had your fun with women back in the day, but raping is a line that you never even thought of crossing, and you have no intention to let these apes force themselves into Zhafira!
Grabbing hold of your spear next to the doorhole, you slide out the window with a leap and charge them while their backs are turned. Striking them behind the back as they drop their pants, you start shoving each of them inside your lance and piling their bodies to see how many of them can fit in your shaft.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five of them are connected by an assortment of holes in ther mid section as they scream in confusion. All of them thought they were on the peak of their aptitude, about to be compensated from their hard work by having their way with one of their slaves, only to be the ones being skewered.
Thrusting your spear up into the air, you see them scream in panic as they crash onto each other from the pulls and pushes in your large weapon, all of them begging for it to stop and to recieve the sweet release of death, but they don't deserve a fast death, you're not done having fun.
Back to holding your weapon with two hands, you shift the weight of the pole with caution not to snap it in half before dropping them on the ground and do the same with their heads with a bit more of gore mixed in, as some of their skulls cracked completely and weren't as easy to pass through with that amount of force put into them.
"There you go, fellas. Plenty of holes for you horndogs to play with." You stand on top of them and stare down at Gorrister. You mean a band of strong humans can't hold a candle to a trained paladin who hasn't even started to use their magic and hasn't even had a good breakfast to boot? Get out of here, amateurs...
"My hero!" Zhafira thanks you for the help, though you wonder if she even knows what sex is.
"So you're the one who tried to invade the coliseum last night without fighting us. I knew none of the weaklings here could have pulled out such a spectacle. Good thing Barnham and I weren't there, otherwise I would have caved your head in!" Gorrister strikes his metal weapon as you intercept his attack with his pole. A parry was to be expected, if it werent for the chain curling the spiked ball between your hands, you would manage to back away from him.
As you try to jump to raise your distance, Gorrister pulls you back and bashes your forehead with a headbutt, leaving it bleeding as the metal ornaments cut your skin open. Alas, you still haven't let go of your lance, and with precognition being your best friend, you predict that he will try to constrict you further to better hit you with the morning star.
