A Better Warrior by DMStories on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

"I'm not the only one?" Damned Maranda raised her eyebrow, intrigued and maybe a bit insulted.

"No, there are others. All here for the same mission. But only one can complete it. Only one can leave."

The woman leaned over Damned Maranda, her shadow creeping like an eclipse. Her mountainous muscles rippled with even the gentlest of movement. All Damned Maranda could think was that this woman was a Barbarian. Like Conan the Barbarian but with boobs. She felt like a little girl in comparison. Her own muscles seemed to shrink and she took a step backwards.

"It's nothing personal. But," the Barbarian paused and sized up Maranda, "you look like an easy kill."