Some of the Nordic shieldmaidens had managed to produce a colossal, gilded battering ram, and were banging it against the main gate.
She took up her stand in front of the gate, placed a barbed arrow on the string of her bow and took careful aim.
The great Amazon queen was an inti- midating sight indeed: her intensely focused sea green eyes burned into Shiori like needles, and she seemed to be licking her lips in anticipation of the coming blood
"You seem to have forgotten to bring a sword," the Amazon queen said, nodding disdainfully in the direction of Shiori's no-dachi. "Looks more like a very long needle."
flipping up the Amazons' flimsy loincloths and finally applying the finishing screw to both of their juicy, hairy vaginas
The helpless giants could only stare in befuddlement as Wei-Ling's nimble hands zig-zagged through the air
The Amazon gave up a shocked, violated gasp, before her eyes rolled back up in her head and she fell unconscious to the floor.
Meanwhile, Wei-Ling found herself facing a barbarian twice her size -- a red-haired giant with melon-sized breasts barely held in place by a thick strip of leopard skin.
The Amazon twirled her ten foot spear through the air and attacked. Wei- Ling, keeping her cool, dodged each blow and thrust, each maneuver bringing her closer to her enemy
*SWASH!* Index finger to her right breast, burying another nipple in the interior of its own boob. *FLIP!* With a flick of her hand, she flipped up the leopard-patterned loincloth, exposing the Westerner's wild-haired red bush. *SPLAT!* Two fingers entered the barbarian's sweaty hot snatch
Finally, she used all the force that she had built up to throw the top-heavy brute over the bulwarks -- helping her along toward her fall with a well-placed boot to the curvy savage's ample rump.
Leading the legions from the front were three armoured riders -- presumably knights of the same caliber as Rowena.
she hissed into the assassin's face, before promptly knocking her out cold with an elbow drop to the back of her head
"Your victory here means nothing," the assassin said, staring defiantly back. "You have defeated thirty of us, but my employer is wealthy, and she will only send three hundred more."
Enraged, Wei-Ling shoved her knee into the dark triangle between the chief assassin's legs, striking her private parts with an agonizing crunch.
"? impossibile!" the assassin cried out, as she looked down to find her voluptuous body completely nude -- big pink nipples adorning two heaving marble breasts, and a thick dark bush shooting out from between her pearly white legs.
A tear appeared along the side of the assassin's corset. Then, it was followed by a chorus of similar noises, as rips appeared all over the Westerner's clothing -- shredding her cloak, turning her corset into strips, and finally disintegrating her leotard.
Sighing, Wei-Ling entered into an elaborate dance, deflecting the oncoming hailstorm of knives with her hands and feet, and redirecting every deflected blade in a very specific direction.
Within seconds, the chief assassin had drawn her entire supply of throwing knives, and thrown them in the direction of her Chinese adversary.
At this point, only one assassin remained: a tall, dark figure standing a bit further off, half-obscured by the darkness.
and then retaliate by slicing her blade upwards, forming a vertical rip in the assassin's clothing from bustline to her groin
"Say, these whores really put the 'ass' in assassin, don't they?" Wei-Ling chuckled, taking a moment off to inspect the round buns mooning her from beneath.
sending the naked bad girl toppling over and landing in a pile, legs splayed and curvy tush facing up.
Wei-Ling made a lunge for "Blue Wind", only to have it snatched away right in front of her eyes by a cloaked invader. Around the same time, Shiori realized that her sword had been stolen as well.
The assassin landed on her soft bottom, and immediately leapt up when flames began to envelop her ass.
Another assassin came leaping out of the dark with a pair of long, curved daggers trailing behind her, extended in opposite directions as if ready to decapitate the Japanese woman in a theatrically gruesome fashion.
The assassin fell shrieking over the edge of the wall, until her leotard was snagged and caught up by the hook-shaped torch holder. The elastic fabric shot like a whip into her nether regions, painfully breaking her fall and leaving her suspended in a wedgie.
Before she could react, an arm wrapped itself around her neck and pulled her head backward to expose her neck.
After darkness had fallen, the Easterners took turns keeping watch on the wall while the others slept.
Nergui, who had the best eyesight and felt at home in the night, had volunteered for the longest and most grueling watch -- from three o' clock until dawn.
The assassin moaned and bent over, causing her cloak to fall down over her head, exposing her gleaming white back.