Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20180723231044/@comment-34904368-20180729131418

I grabbed my small cloth rucksack. Fucking bullcrap. I wasn’t going to get raped. I knew fully well what monsters were capable of, but I was not going to be a human dildo for the rest of my life. I dropped some silver crossbow bolts into a quiver, before taking my crossbow and setting out.

The streets, rugged and brown, were silent and barren. Tracks all over the place. Horse and cow hoof-prints. Must have been Minotaurs and Centaurs, maybe even a Bicorn or two, to coax out any hiding males. Perhaps a Baphomet, but they wouldn’t send something like that to a little backwater town like mine.

I further examined the mud. Definetly a few Lizard tracks, and a few snake tracks, but most peculiarly, high heels. Must be some high-tier monsters like Liches and such. I shuddered, before setting off down the streets.

A few minutes of nothing later, I heard electricity crackling behind me. I turned to see,-fuck- a thunderbird had been stalking me the whole time. I raised my crossbow to her eye level. She flew off wuick. Good for her.

A few Werebats skulked in the shadows as I walked past, and a Large Mouse, even. But none dared get in my line of sight lest they be speared by my arrows. They were just that. Weak, lustful, just craving sex! Couldn’t hold a fight worth their-

I shook my head. Overconfidence was not a virtue, but a weakness. One I learnt to surpress, and exploit all the same. Coming to the edge of town, I hefted my weapon onto my back, strapped it tight, and began to take advantage of the loose cobbles, shimmying up the wall that divided us from the outside. Or, in this case, me from the outside. From the looks of it, everything else was gone.

Finally reaching the top, I stared to tske the rope from my rucksack. Pause.

A Succubus was standing on the other side of the wall below, guarding the town. I knew she could overpowerme with a single, glancing blow, so I just took out the Bolas.

Carefully throwing them, I watched them sail through the air, catching her wings and wrapping tight. The force of the impact knocked her down, and I dived off the side of the wall, unpacking my crossbow as I landed in a tree.

Dropping from the tree, I pulled a silver arrow out, doused in holy water, and shot her in the side. She fell over in a heap, as I walked calmly past.

Being a hunter can have its benifits after all. Even IF i was being hunted.