The things were Toad-hats; so called because they appeared to be lumbering, slowly-hopping Toad-men with red hats on. Those hats were actually their genetalia – and were, upon close inspection, roughly penis-shaped. Notorious for their desire to head-butt females in the stomach (usually to death) in order to achieve climax, the Toad-hats were among the most vicious monsters to roam the world. Targeting women for their profane proclivities was just…wrong. Especially when so much of the population was female, now.<br/><br/>Crest saw these things as they drew closer and seemed to still himself, eyes narrowing. There were a dozen..no…two…no…three. A whole tribe of Toad-hats! The head-butting fuckers were nearing at a slow hip-hoppity pace that was unnerving and inexorable. Their bulbous, round shapes covered in knots and knobs and warty nodules and ichor ….revolting beyond belief. But there were so many of them!<br/><br/>Crest nodded, “We smash!” And, unceremoniously, picked Laly up in his arms and began running the other direction. Fuck fighting thirty or more Toad-hats as they tried to ram-rod him and cum on his chest and stomach. That was just…eww.<br/><br/>