The moment Damian forced his way through the spell's effects, he sprinted towards the broken window only to see the mage drifting weightlessly to the ground below rather than ending in the delightful sound of shattering bones and rupturing organs.<strong>"If you pussies are smart, you'd get the fuck out of town and make sure our paths never cross again!  Next time, I'll make sure to hack off your legs so you no longer have a chance to run!"</strong>The fighter turned his back on the window after voicing his defiance to tend to Kyuui and the elf girl.  After sheathing his unwieldy sword, he drew one of Lars' masterwork daggers and looked at the bound woman.  The room was thick with the smell of sex and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of carnal desire.  Damian bit his lower lip as he considered how much he liked the sight of the girls being presented to him, their legs forced apart by the broomsticks leaving them entirely vulnerable and easy for him to take.<br/><br/>Damian shook his head, trying to force that thought to the back of his mind with only marginal success even though it was far too late to prevent the swelling in his cock.  Crouching down, he cut the ropes binding Kyuui then doing the same to the elven girl before removing her ball gag.  Once done, he drew his blade once more stepping between the girls and the door in preparation for reinforcements to arrive.<strong>"I hope you've had your fun, because we need to figure out how to get out of here before they get back now that they know who you are and that I'm here."</strong>There was a hint of bitterness to his tone since he was still confident that Kyuui hadn't been an entirely unwilling participant in the activities taking place before he shown up.  The moisture gathering around her nether lips were plenty of evidence to support that assumption and couldn't help but feel a pang of rejection because of it.