"You? How dare you!?" the sorceress wailed. "I know of your covenant with the gods -- you are not allowed to interfere with conflicts on earth! You are violating a primal law of the universe!"
"Well, that could be debated," the dragon purred, "For the time being, let us say that I am also preventing YOU from breaking an equally important MORAL law: that which says that wicked actions must always be punished accordingly. You will return to China, witch, and suffer the consequence of your foolish actions."
"I must admit that I am deeply disappointed in you, sorceress." Mariana blinked. Something was definitely wrong here. With a gasp, she noticed that she had not landed in her lovely dark tower back at the Misty Isles, with its gloomy black crenelations and ever-present, ticklingly cool mists. Instead, she found herself in some heavenly realm -- on a cloud, actually -- staring straight into the eyes of an enormous Chinese dragon.
The audacity of her escape thrilled Mariana to the point of erotic excitement. As she flew through the secret tunnels criss-crossing space and time, she found herself writhing with sensual pleasure -- how lovely to be so incomparably superior to this meager, easily outwitted world! How beautiful to be able to evade cosmic punishment with a mere backwards step and a command word! How DELICIOUS to be so BAD, and yet be able to get away with it EVERY TIME!
This, however, left the coast clear for Wei-Ling, who raised Jade Destiny high over her head and charged forward with a triumphant roar. *CRAA---AACCKKK!!*
"Fall before my might!" the wicked sorceress of the West cackled, firing off telekinetic spells at will. Wei-Ling dodged one, but Shiroi was less lucky and ended off flying twenty feet back and destroying two tables' worth of alchemical equipment. Nerg?i tried to grab hold of the sorceress' staff, but was quickly dispatched in a similar manner.
Here, the sorceress spun around and grabbed an object from behind her throne -- an ornately carved black staff, both of whose ends were decorated with egg-shaped white opals the size of human fists.
"Curses!" the fiery-haired villainess hissed, throwing herself to the floor. The fire, however, had already spread to the bottom of her gown, and by the time she had extinguished it with a barrage of cold spells, the dress had been reduced to a ragged, thigh-length skirt with a long slit that revealed a good portion of her smooth white hip.
"Your game is over, sorceress!" Wei-Ling exclaimed triumphantly. "Your dark Western spells are powerless against the qi of Eastern unity! Surrender now, or you will face humiliation worse than you can possibly imagine!"
Even the sorceress was stunned by what had just taken place -- so stunned, in fact, that she failed to notice that a bottle of goblin fire thrown by Shiori had escaped her attention, and now struck the floor just behind her. A cloud of neon green flame instantly erupted from the shards of glass, billowing outwards behind the witch like a peacock's tail.
*DZZZIINNNGGGG!!!* Then, something happened. A transparent white energy seemed to rise up from their connected bodies and shape itself into a protective sphere around them.
"Take my hands!" Wei-Ling yelled, extending an arm in each direction. Her friends seized a hand, and they all bowed their heads toward the floor, awaiting their doom. So this was it. Falling just short of the victory line. But at least they were together -- the three swords would die side by side, just as they had fought. "I love you guys!" "Me too!" "Right back at you!"
Unable to tell friend from foe, the hand delivered a paralyzing backhand slap to the oncoming blonde, sending her soaring across the room and ramming her chest-first into the nearest wall.
One of them grabbed Ophelia by her long braid, whereas the other grabbed her by the wand sticking out of her posterior, and after hoisting her up into the air and aiming a couple of practice swings, they let out a mighty battle cry just as they released the blonde mid-air, sending her flying in the direction of the magical hand.
"So it only took a couple of cantrips and the brave defenders of the East immediately ran for cover,"
"OOOIIII!!" the blonde howled as the humiliation wore on, and her gaze inadvertently met Wei-Ling's -- glassy blue eyes melting under the force of the triumphant adversary's implacable black stare.
rmed a perfect 'O' as she realized that she had been outmaneuvered once again, and the next moment the cold, blunt tip of the wand passed right in between her plump buns
"What? Nooo-!" The blond villainess' full red lips formed a perfect 'O' as she realized that she had been outmaneuvered once again,
"Only if by last word, you mean a loud, drawn-out moan, because my friend is about to pop your OTHER cherry!"
The bad girl dropped her weapon and fell down on all fours with a dog-like yelp, causing her gleaming red tush to arch up behind her.
"I knew that I'd get the last word!" Ophelia said, her eyes gleaming with malicious wrath. Her breasts heaved as she hoisted the half-destroyed bust over her head
"I've got this one," Nerg?i yelled, unrolling a scroll she had found on the floor. "Hubba hubba, magicus animatus: wand!" A long, thick black wand about as thick as a broom-shaft floated up from out of the rubble. "Let's see here ... Magicus locatus: Ophelia the White's ass!"
"Wei-Ling, look out!" Wei-Ling turned around just in time to see the vengeful blonde bear down on her with a marble bust of some ancient Western philosopher in her hands.
Meanwhile, Ophelia had managed to wriggle out of her bondage and stood up on wobbly legs. With one hand gingerly rubbing her glowing red butt and the other massaging her sore genitals, she looked around for something to arm herself with.
"Hey girls, quit your whining -- I think I've found something!" Nerg?i cried out from beneath a small mountain of scrolls, holding up a small, circular shard suspended on a golden chain. "If you look through this lens, all this gibberish suddenly becomes perfectly understandable! Look -- this one says "Lady Wolfbane's Geokinetic Nexus Disintegrator", and I'm sure it does, because I could never have made that up!"
Once the searing pain in her forehead had subsided, Wei-Ling looked around to see what had happened to her allies.
"Too easy? I need to step up my game then," Mariana laughed, and whipped out a bejeweled rod, which she pointed at her foe
Cackling with laughter, the sorceress raised her hands over her head, summoning a ball of pure energy that seemed to suck every particle of light out of her surroundings, and directed it toward her foe.
Wei-Ling, now alone, felt her heart pounding against her ribcage. "This charade has been going on for too long," she said. "The only one who will be brought to her knees today, sorceress, is YOU!"
"Fools! Puny Eastern ants!" Mariana bellowed, and the room seemed to darken with her mounting fury. "I have brought your continent to its knees with my Western magic -- do you suppose I cannot to the same to you?"
Immediately, an invisible force picked up the swordsmith and flung her across the room, causing her to fall headfirst into a bookcase
"Works for us, you black-hearted, power-hungry harlot!" Shiori roared. "Your magic does not frighten us!"
"Unsurprisingly for a smelly, uneducated Mongol, you do not seem to know much about magic," Mariana replied with a self-satisfied laugh. "We sorceresses go wherever we want, whenever we want. But unfortunately for YOU three, right now I'm in the mood to STAY."
"Too bad you're not returning home any time soon, girl!" Nergui cried. "You're the one responsible for this whole mess, and you're about to pay dearly for it."
Upon seeing her beautiful knight humiliated so thoroughly, Mariana let out a sigh of pity and disappointment -- although on the inside, she couldn't help but feel unexplainably excited at the sight of the imperious blonde reduced to a whimpering, curvy package (and the lovely redness on that perfectly-shaped bottom suddenly awoke long-buried fantasies that she had almost forgotten...). "Oh, luscious Ophelia, did I not predict your fall?" the sorceress sighed.
Shiori held up the tied-up Ophelia and dropped her on the floor. The blonde fell flat on her belly and moaned piteously.
"And so we all exist to help you build monuments to yourself? Give me a break! Are you not human like everyone else? Underneath all that bold talk and those fancy robes I know that -- just like all your goons -- you've got a pair of big, fat tits and a curvy white ass. And do you want to know what happened to them?"
Mariana turned around, with her arms crossed in amused contempt. The stained- glass window behind her framed her head like the aura of some vengeful goddess. She made a nonchalant hand movement, and a moment later, the doors slammed shut and locked themselves behind the Easterners.
"Sorceress!" Shiori shouted. "Your army has been decimated and your goons have been deservingly punished for their involvement in this malicious, cowardly invasion of our continent. Know that you stand alone in this battle, and likewise, you will fall alone!"
Some twenty feet behind the pulpit, a massive stained-glass window dominated the far wall, releasing a network of colored light beams across the room that bathed every surface in their kaleidoscopic hues. And there, towering in front of the colored window so that it formed a grandiose halo around her head, stood the sorceress herself.
"I think we've reached the end of the line," Wei-Ling remarked after a cursory glance at her surroundings. Every inch of wallspace in the octagonal room was covered with bookcases nearly bursting from the weight of their old tomes. There was a long line of tables covered with alchemical equipment -- bubbling alembics, luminescent vials and steaming jars -- arranged in a semicircle around an elevated pulpit, upon which was perched a grinning human skull.
With a sigh, she stood up and walked up to the window, reaching it just as the Easterners came bursting in through her door.
Through her crystal ball, she could see that things were looking very grim for her troops, and the prospects of this particular expedition ever making a move against the Dragon Throne were looking increasingly unlikely.