Part 53 (Patreon)

Nimue was so mesmerized looking at her mud-covered captives that she didn’t notice. And Ingrid noticed too late. “Watch out!” she cried, but already the intruders had sprung into action. The barbarian landed a boot on the Blonde’s backside, sending her stumbling forward. The shorter, armed assassin, suddenly froze in place, surrounded by a blue light, as her bespectacled partner recited an incantation.

The blonde assassin tripped on the railing of the mud ring, and landed face first inside it. Rylenka immediately pinned her while Miri took her dagger. Shelgrish then disarmed the frozen assassin while Glasha concentrated on the spell that held her at bay.

Nimue was taken aback, but Ingrid was already on her feet, rushing toward the invaders.

As Shelgrish had removed a sword and any obvious daggers from the frozen assassin, she gestured to Glasha that she could end the spell. Glasha kept the spell going a few moments as she moved up, right behind the assassin. “What are you doing?” Shelgrish asked, noting Ingrid toward them, sword drawn.

Glasha ended the spell and immediately yanked the stunned assassin’s pants to her knees, revealing her bare butt. Then, Glasha slammed a knee into her butt, causing her to stumble forward and trip on her own pants. Unfortunately, she landed crotch-first on some of the posting for the makeshift ring, and landed with her front half in the mud, her back half sticking out. “Yes! I kicked that assassin’s ASS! I’ve always wanted to do that,” the half-orc said, satisfied.

Shelgrish was in no position to appreciate her partner’s accomplishments, as she was fending off Ingrid. With the sword she had taken from the assassin, she parried the halfling’s attacks. Shelgrish had a distinct advantage in reach, so she was able to fend the smaller woman off with minimal effort. But in spite of this, there was no doubting Ingrid’s skill with the blade.

Glasha grabbed the assassin’s boots and finally removed them and her pants entirely, pushing her fully into the ring, where Miryala immobilized her by holding her arms and straddling one of her legs.

But then Glasha heard a strangely familiar sound…a voice she didn’t recognize was casting an incantation…the same one she had used to freeze the assassin. Across the room, Nimue was casually sitting at the table, but her lips were moving. She was casting a spell! With the advantage of knowing exactly what she was doing, Glasha quickly enacted the counterspell. She didn’t know who the target was, but if it was Shelgrish, it could allow her opponent to finish her, and she couldn’t let that happen. Not to Dear Auntie Grish!