With a voice soft enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would have heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apology to her weapon. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a full year, dedicating hours each day to the working of the wood, infusing it with power drawn from the forest around her home. It was a work of art, and the slaying of such creatures was below it, but as much as she had made sacrifices to work with the humans, her bow would have to do the same. The first arrow punched through the crude armour at the largest Skaven’s throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the other side, the second arrow followed before the creature could gasp out its dying breath. jock Two of the other Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final one only managing a few steps of fleeing before her final arrow pinned it to the ground. Several more squads fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each group as pitiful as the first. Moving through a dessicated field, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven’s elite troops could pose an issue even for her when they gathered in numbers like this. She spun, Fucking preparing to loop back and wait for the patrol to pass, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a sucking large, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the edge of the field. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven’s warpstone powered weapon began to spit metal across the field, the bullets carving out furrows into the ground around her. The terrible screech of the gunner’s weapon would draw the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun’s deadly ammunition. Sizing up her options she nocked an arrow, drawing it back as she stood. The arrow flew from her bow as she felt the deep bite of the metal in her arm and leg. Kerillian collapsed onto the ground, feeling the warp cursed metal leach the strength from smooth her muscles. Her bow fell from her senseless fingers, leaving her with the slight consolation of hearing the gunner’s weapon tear itself to pieces, her arrow having damaged a critical piece of the exposed machinery, followed by the screech of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the small explosion from the machine it was strapped to. Kerillian lay in the dirt of the field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapons and armour gleaming in sharp contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their superiority, standing taller than the elves she knew from her homeland, while having rippling muscles thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she’d seen in the lands of the humans. Vowing to herself to not go out without a fight, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her belt and holding it in her left hand as her right dangled uselessly at her side. The Skaven seemed content to let her muscle sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh tongue, until the smallest of them let out a huff, turned and jogged further towards the area she had been making her way towards. He blurted out to Officer Brown, “Roses. She threw a naughty look over her shoulder, a bewitching smile on her face. He saw her pussy jock twitching and dripping wet. Sujata: No, he is a virgin. Jeff looks at me with understanding. Though Fucking I know smooth they will gladly sacrifice muscle their selves for you and the empire, it still hurts to lose them. “You’re making my nipples hard!” I teased. “Yes sir, I will do that. The Great Dane got up and came over and sat down beside me, just as I turned and looked down at him. I slashed it down at him. Walking out to the car, I see Fred smiling as he is waiting with an open door for me. “Sean,” she sucking groaned as my hands slid up her silky, wet thighs.