No! She couldn't abandon her companions at the drop of a hat. Myria steeled herself, forcing her mind and body to ignore the pleasure her friends were in the midst of, how it set her loins aflame with desire even as her mind recoiled from the source. She focused strictly on the tactical nature of the engagement. It was up to her. There were four toads. Two of them still rutting her friends, while the other two watched, waiting for their turn.
The leather clad woman let her hands drift down her shapely legs, drawing a pair of throwing daggers. If she got her shot right, she could take out at least two of the toads with the knives before they even knew what was coming. Then maybe one more if she was lucky, but the fourth she woulld likely be forced to engage at close range. It was a gamble to be sure, but it was the only way it could work.
Myria took a deep breath, calming her nerves, blocking out the pleasured screams and cries coming from the rutting quartet but meters away. She would have to step into plain sight to get a good shot at the toads and avoid hitting Cecilia and Dew.
At last Myria opened her eyes, steely with determination and purpose. In a single step she was out of the shadows and into the cave proper, fully exposed to any who might look her way. A pair of fingers gripped the weighted end of a throwing knife, the blade rising high as she took aim. |