“I come, hateful one! I will bathe in your blood!”
She drops her shield and weapons. Goddess Brin cries out at Rooni and the rest.
“Let no one else approach! The male has the thunder-weapon and will slay any who do!”
The next instant Moba is charging up the slope. Second only to those of Brin and Zela, her enormous breasts bounce and fly crazily about and her face is contorted with fear and rage. She knows her former mentor is the more formidable warrior and yet cannot refuse this challenge. For my own part I cling to the arquebus and shudder with upset at the stakes.
What if my Goddess should prove wanting here?
It would be unendurable enough to lose her, to see her die before my eyes. But to be claimed by Moba afterward would be an additional unbearable outcome. As Goddess steps f
