<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">nsfw</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/sample_9b041f12e2477289d3601d23d981eaa6_zpsldhgidqo.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Akari Hifuki (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=274532.msg13505460#msg13505460)</strong><br/>Time:  Y0S3, first month<br/>Location:  River Bandits Castle<br/>Tagged:  Hisayo Yamashita<br/><br/><em>Ragged breathes escaped the would-be general of the bandits as she fought her way through the battlefield.  She... while not exactly winning, was certainly not losing either... the defensive walls and narrow halls of the castle had served her well throughout the protracted battle and she had even seen the iron-faced tactician flee the battlefield as the Imperial Dogs' fortunes began to wane.  Still... it had been a lot of death, and as the hours bore on the woman found herself stepping over bodies far more often than she found herself anyone to square off against.  Her arms seemed to quiver as her muscles complained of the long afternoon of combat but it seemed nearly over... oh so very nearly over...<br/><br/>She pulled at the loose bands of armor that hung across her frame, the clumsy metal bands protecting her from the blades of her enemies but, as she moved with any speed or abruptness, always seemed to find ways to pinch at her sensitive flesh beneath.  It was a problem that would be easily solved if she had reasonable underarmor... but she had simply had to make due.  She thought she caught one of her bandits leering at her as she tugged the metal bands away from her chest and she scowled at him, letting out a frustrated sigh as she could already just about </em>feel<em> their anger lapsing into desire.<br/><br/>Abruptly, she caught sight of an uneasy stalemate... a woman surrounded by a handful of the Gunbaian Soldiers sat squared off against a small, unsure group of bandits.  Hifuki bit her lips a moment, her eyes playing over the scene with a practiced eye, analyzing body language and seeing the telltell slump of the exhausted bandit soldiers... she smiled a bit... now this may be the first bit of fun she could have today...<br/><br/>She drew herself up straight and licked her lips, moving as quickly as her exhausted legs could carry her over to the group and barking a brief</em>"Stand aside you louts!  What is this?  It takes four of you to uncomfortably threaten a kneeling woman?  What, are you trying to keep her alive for tonight, or is she as much a demon in combat as I am and you're afraid to get any closer?  Well?"<br/><br/><em>Hifuki looked hard at each of the four men.  One of them adopted a decidedly goofy grin at the mention of tonight, but the others seemed to avoid her gaze.  None of them answered her.</em><br/><br/>She seethed, kicking at the dirt slightly, then turned to the woman "Well!  It seems like you've cowed them into silence so which is it?  Are you a demon or a whore?  Are you on your knees as invitation or from exhaustion?"<br/><br/><em>Hifuki wiped some of the blood off her face and frowned.  She had so few good men left... she had seen so many of hers dead on the battlefield... and yet those she still had seemed unable to see this woman as anything but a reward.  Over the last half year she had delivered multiple women into the waiting hands and cocks of her bandits... but these had been simpering, blubbering, pathetic women whose whole goal in life had been to depend on men and had never learn to stand up for themselves.  She felt no guilt about leaving those women to the hands of her bandits, since they had only ever existed at the pleasure of the men in their lives but this?  This felt... wrong...</em>