Thread: Lust of Malacath  -Duxt and Ulganna-

You fucking Orc bitch! The burly Nordic bandit growled at Ulganna as she turned around to face him, two of his brethren falling into halves and tumbling from the rope bridge into the water below. Ulganna smiled, hefting her massive iron warhammer onto her shoulder while licking the blood from her fingers. What's the matter human? You guys seem to have done well picking on merchants and farmers... Ulganna stepped off the bridge onto solid ground, noting the hostage that was still tied up by the forge a few dozen paces away. She'd already taken care of everyone else, so there was nobody left to threaten the Argonian she'd been paid to rescue. That meant she could really cut loose with the bandits leader. Those farmers would like their mine back....and I want to rip your head off your shoulders, so you can see what a real warrior looks like! Ulganna charged forward at the same time as the bandit, her warhammer ripping through the air above him as he rolled away, bringing a pair of shortswords to bare. As Ulganna recovered the bandit attempted to drive both blades into her side. A quick spin connected her elbow to his jaw, sending him reeling, but not before his blades lashed out, slicing shallow cuts across her right bicep and side. The pain shot through her mind like lightning, and she could already feel the rage beginning to rise. Bitch....i am going to skin you alive! The bandit started to speak as he tried to get up from the ground. Ulganna did not give him the chance. Her orange eyes glinted with fury as she smashed her foot into his side, sending him sprawling off the edge, and down into the open area near the forge. Ulganna let her sword fall straight down, its own weight driving the blade into the soft dirt, while she dropped just behind it. As she landed though the bandit rolled onto his back, the crossbow in his hand twanging loudly as the bolt was hurtled into her shoulder. That was the last straw, her Berserker Rage took over, flooding her veins with the fury of the Orsimmer. The bandit scrambled up to his feet and started attacking with the desperate ferocity of a man who knew he was going to die. Ulganna deflected or dodged his attacks, and to his credit, he was still much more skilled than the other bandits. The mine echoed with ring after ring of metal on metal for nearly half a minute of intense swordplay, before it became obvious which warrior was winning. The bandit began to tire, but Ulganna's powerful, muscled body was used to such exertion, and the only sign of tire she showed was the glistening sweat on her rich green skin. He thrust one blade at her, and she smacked his hand away with her own. His second thrust she caught by his wrist, and twisted hard until she heard bone crack and the man scream. He reversed the grip in his other hand, trying to stab downward into her chest, so she let the greatsword fall and caught that wrist as well, again, snapping it like a twig. Her face was split by a broad smile as she drank in the fear in his eyes, but she only needed a moment, for with a few swift actions, she grabbed the man, lifted him over her shoulders, and dropped him onto her knee with a loud crunch. Fuck me.... She groaned, the fire in her veins still burning even as she shoved the bandits body onto the ground. Her cock was throbbing painfully hard beneath her trousers, as was normal when she entered her Berserker state. Her hands ran up her sides and over her breasts as she let the satisfaction of her kill wash over her senses, turning her on like nothing else in the universe could. She brushed her spiky black mohawk back, before remembering the woman she was supposed to rescue....an Argonian. The Orsimmer turned her attentions to the brown-scaled damsel-in-distress. She was as hard as rock at the moment, and her mind was still in a bit of a haze.