The Last Primal

"You wanted to dance, right? Come, let me lead you then, you disgusting brat!" Naybeah sneered following it up with a roaring battle shout as she grabbed the long hilt of her circular-headed battle axe and swung it at the man, aiming at his chest.

Jumping to the side, the young man, Lord Bart had to let go of the man he was just about to finish and shift most of his attention to the fierce amazon. 

Trading a couple of sudden fierce blows, the two sides jumped back several steps, facing each other, scanning for weaknesses on the other. 

Suddenly, bellowing one more thundering battle cry, Naybeah exploded into a sudden charge, rushing against her opponent, the arrogant youth, Lord Bart.

Her 'clothes', drenched with blood were barely providing any sort of cover at this point other than holding her generous curves in place. Her blonde locks fluttered against the wind as she crossed the moderate distance between them in the blink of an eye.

Raising her axe over her head, Naybeah's face, still in the midst of bellowing her battle cry, was gradually turning wide as her grin curved higher and higher due to all the excitement and fun she was having.

The growing blood lust revitalized her tired limbs and sore muscles, relieving them of the painful spasms and cramps she felt just as fresh and ready as before. Her stamina was bursting as she struck down with her weapon.

Ever since her last huge battle against the huge bug monster back in the desert, her most fearsome -yet at the same time-, 'double-edged sword' gift, her inborn ability, the [Berserk] skill have changed, mutated. Whilst before, whenever it was activated she lost all her reasoning and swung without a care if her target was a foe or it happened to be an ally, or perhaps a friend. She would pave the way through the thick of it, piling up bodies like they were merely chopped logs.

Somehow during that battle, her [Berserk] skill had changed. Either her mind became stronger, her will gained the ability to negate the negative spell from her mind, or some other, unknown manner but she could now retain her reasoning whilst enjoying the full benefits of the increased, nigh-limitless stamina and overwhelming surge of physical strength.

As her axe sailed the air, it took almost no quantifiable time at all before it traversed the short space and arrived above the devilish human noble youth's head, looming over it and rapidly closing in like a guillotine.

Though from a look it seemed that the strike would hit, ending the sudden duel with one decisive strike, the expected outcome didn't happen. Suddenly, the blade of Lord Bart's sabre appeared, blocking the path of the huge weapon, and sending bright sparks of energy as the two precious metals collided.

"Not bad, you dumb busty bimbo!" The man grinned maliciously as he blocked the attack. Despite the risen opportunity, however, he did not counter it with a swing of his own, but instead took a step back and shifted his attention on his newest opponent, taking his time as she leered over the seductive, toned body.

Licking his lips the man sneered as he fixated his piercing gaze over the barely covered, bloodied pair of melons as they heaved vertically amidst two breaths.

"It would be a shame to have such a good product go to waste. Your assets are wasted on the battlefield Miss. I do have a new goal that I am sure would suit you much better!" He grinned, fixing his grip on his sabre secretly.

"Oh? What does Mister 'High-and-Mighty' wretched snob spawn of an aristocrat have in mind for little ol' me?" Naybeah asked, sneering back in return. Though she was now able to resist the effects of her inborn skill, [Berserk] it required a great deal of constant energy to do so. Still, she decided to throw a jab back, hoping to further irk the annoying brat, so that he would lower his guard.

Just as she hoped, her words, caused the slicked-back, handsome devilish visage to crack, Lord Bart's facial muscles twitched after the address. He growled, muttering something incoherent for a bit before forcing some sort of control back on his still expression.

"My… such crude words!" He forced a chuckle. "Clearly what you could expect from an uncultured swine, a dumb barbarian bimbo! No matter, your future is already set. I do hope you will be more resilient than the last couple of slaves I acquired!" Lord Bart exclaimed with a lustful look on his face, just as he abruptly charged ahead.

Naybeah also didn't stay still, she pooled a great deal of her might into a frontal, vertical swing and struck at the incoming figure.

*BOOM!*action

A powerful explosion shook the ground, kicking off a great deal of dirt into the surrounding air, and sending tremors all around the battlefield.

Both figures were sent flying back once again, neither side could push through the frontal defenses of the other, seemingly they were matched…

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Whilst the biggest battle was undoubtedly happening between the two, not too far away from them Crone couldn't pay too much attention to the events as they unfolded as he was busy fending off the strikes of a mace-wielding fighter. At the same time, Jai the bald giant was also struggling on his own to keep his focus on the dangers in front of him. Though this proved to be an increasingly more and more challenging task the more he heard that vile snake speak.

His muscles were sore, his body was shivering under the heavy strain of constant life and death battles. 

"Argh! You bastard… HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE THAT!" He roared in anger. Gritting his teeth he reaffirmed his grip over the handle of his greatsword, his weapon of choice, he gathered all his strength as he swung it diagonally.

His opponent, though tried his best to resist, could not hope to survive such a fierce clash. His large blade sliced his opponent cleanly apart. With a fountain of blood gushing from the horrific, fatal wound another one of Lord Bart's servants was sent towards the afterlife.

Without wasting any time, Jai turned his attention to the battle between his muse and the sinister-looking young lord. His rage peaking, he only rested for a couple of instants before he rushed ahead. His muscles bulging, Jai ignored the growing soreness of his muscles as he raised his heavy great sword above his head once more.

"How dare you have such ideas about her! I will tear you apart B*STARD!" He roared as he jumped in front of Naybeah.

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