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Adventures of Anya. | Bison | 4

 

Anya thought long and hard. It would be profitable if she found some sort of arcane techno device to trade, but she was naked and vulnerable. True she had her sword stil but that wouldnt be enough to protect her. Ultimately, regretfully, she was forced to turn away and begin another trek.

It had been another day and Anya had skirted the edge of the shore to make the most of the cool air which clung there precariously. She was tired and thirsty. It was about then when she saw a small set of ruins in the distance. Maybe it was a shoreline community where she might get food and rest. Anya almost forgot she had no clothes, until the hot breeze made her nipples tingle. 'Damn!' she thought to herself, but she realised she had no alternative. So she cautiously made her way towards the battered constructs.

As she approached a man emerged from one of the smaller hut at the front. To say it was a man was an understatement. He was huge! Almost three times Anya size, built of solid muscle which rippled as he walked. And he was at least a foot and a half taller than herself.

"Welcome!" he boomed as he noticed Anyas approach, "You seem to be a little underdressed for travel in these parts!". Anya kept her hand on the hilt of her sword.
"Are you looking to trade?" he smiled.
"Yes!" she replied.
"You dont seem to have much to offer!" he chuckled, "But that has never stopped a good deal in the past, for me anyway.". Anya was puzzled by his comment.
"I tell you what, " he continued, "I love a good fight. Meet my challenge and I will furnish you with supplies and new clothing!"
"And what if I lose?" Anya asked.
"Well," pondered the trader, stroking his beard, "I think a small favour will suffice if you lose!"

 

Accept or decline the challenge?


          Accept.

          Decline.

 
 
 

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