Wheezing in pain, Durmast lays down his axe on the ground, using it to prop his tired body up. With his remaining hand, he kept himself steady, watching his opponent, making sure she did not move.
On the other side, a blue-eared 'Rabbitos' panted sexily, her two modest assets jiggling up and down as she caught her breath. "Heh...old man, why don't you give already? We both know you're tired as fuck, and this city's doomed. Why not do both of us a favour, and get the fuck out of here. Or better yet, leave the wretched Human civilization, and come join us! We, the Demons, will gladly welcome you with open arms!"
Opening her arms akimbo, she proudly declared her offer, confident that he'd accept it. But all she got was a spit in her face.
"Hah! A little lassie such as you dictate me, the great Durmast!? Back when you were in your daddy's ballocks, I already roamed the world, going from dungeon to dungeon, bashing the skulls of beasts and monsters, sucking on their marrow day in, day out! And I'd be damned if some little bitch with apple-sized tits and sloppy eyes dictate how to live my life! Also, don't think I don't know your situation as well..."
Giving the young 'Rabbitos' a stink-eye, Durmast chuckled knowingly.
Tch, that old bastard's smart...
Clicking her tongue inwardly, she became annoyed. That old fart was sharper than he showed. Too bad for him, he wasn't as smart as he showed himself to be...
"Tch! Seems like I gotta get serious..."
At these ominous words, Durmast lifted his head, eyes shrinking.
Before his very eyes, fur began sprouting on the woman's face, covering her entire face with blue hair. Her nose shrank, converging until all that remained was a small black ball with two holes. From her cheeks grew 6 whiskers, 6 inches long each.
Stretching her arms, Cercis stretched herself, free from the shackles that once bound her. "Ahhhh! That feels so much better! Now, let's get going shall we, old man..."
With a big leap, she flew across the ground, reaching the old Dwarf within an instant. Before Durmast could do anything, 5 sharp claws cut through his face, gouging deeply. Without giving him to cry in pain, Cercis immediately kneed him in his groins. Anticipating her moves, he dodged to his right, missing her attack by only an inch.
But it was all a feint, for her true attack was the punch that shattered his nose. Clutching his bleeding, shattered nose, Durmast groaned in pain. Cercis on the other hand, stood nearby, tall, strong down at the fallen Dwarf, proud of her work. Spitting out blood from his mouth, he grinned dejectedly. "Finish me off, you whore of a rabbit!"
Cercis still stared down at him, seemingly oblivious to his insults, watching him slowly bleed to death.
Yet that was not what was going through her mind...
Shit, I've spent too much energy! That God damn old fart made me use too much vitality. If it wasn't for me faking it, he would've known I was spent. Damn it old cunt, just die already!
His consciousness slowly slipped by, his hand slipping off the battle axe, falling into the ground. Seeing the result, Cercis could not help but grin, believing she won...
Kaboom!