If it wasn’t for the absolute abundance of jiggling, wobbling and quaking delightfulness going on all over the dark haired girl's curvy frame, Cerias would have sworn on his chance at epic loot that he would have dodged the first slimy, wriggling, projectile with more certainty than that he would regret offering the two brats help in the first place. Instead the plush round rear cocked up in the air behind her, along with the heavily swaying breasts that jostled together with each alluring shift, dried his mouth out as if he’d just stood in the way of a dragon’s breath attack, and he barely caught the dark streak coming towards him, before it wooshed past his ear with no more than an inch to spare.<br/><br/>An inch that was in no ways enough to keep the wildly swinging end tail to lash a stinging, slime coating, line right over his cheek, nose and eye. The spell broken his body reacted on its own, bending backwards over the stump so quick that it seemed time slowed down and he looked up to catch one, two and three of the disgusting mucus factories sailing languidly past in the air so close his body could feel the sting of where they would have landed had he not gotten out of the way. His old teacher’s words echoed through his mind.<br/><br/>“You say I can dodge arrows?”<br/>“No Cerias, I’m trying to tell you that when you’re ready, you won’t have to.”<br/><br/>The next few came in a flurry of dark bodies. But now his mind finally caught up and he managed to equip his shield, slamming the steel barrier down between him and the irate female. Rupturing splats rang through the barricade before him and he could already imagine the viscous mess of entrails and snot now coating his formerly pristine shield. Yet he couldn’t help but let his lips pull into the barest hint of a smile behind the protection. Despite the long strand of drool hanging from his eyebrow, like a man clinging to a cliffs edge, it was good to see they hadn’t lost all their fire.<br/><br/>When finally the sound of glop torpedoes striking his shield ebbed out, he took a chance to peek over the rim of it, making sure no new ones were coming before he let the gaze fall down at the grimy mix of innards and gunk now covering the proud eagle perched there. Then he looked up, a lopsided scowl on his face as he reached up to flick away the hanging strand of fish gunk that kept tapping against his cheek, not quite gluing fast.<br/><br/>“I didn’t know the eel bath was so important to you,” he ground out dryly between clenched teeth, “or I would have let you stay in it.”<br/><br/>A deep breath later, and a wary eye towards how else a female’s wroth might end up smacking him in the face, he continued with a fair bit more patronizing bite in his voice.<br/><br/>“Now, do you girls want help or not? Obviously you have no clue what you’re doing.”<br/><br/>His eyes wandered between the gloriously naked girls, helpless but to steal glances at the abundance of curves, reddened and glistening as they might be, and he had to forcefully shove away the growing appreciation for their spunk, or wish he could bestow them even more.<br/><br/>“Get dry, get dressed and then perhaps we can finally get on with this charade. I’ll be over there.”<br/><br/>Clacking his mouth shut, then staring at the girls for another few seconds, like he couldn’t decide what cruel god had put the pair of spoiled, noble, brats in his way, he turned his back on them and walked off up the slope. He could only hope to get a few precious seconds rest for what he now knew would be a day that wouldn’t only strain his patience, but torment it until it squealed like the leather in his suddenly all too tight breeches.<br/><br/>“Gods, damn it!”<br/>