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>I've written my story entry for the Touch Fluffy Tail contest that is due on the 7th. Anyone want to help me a bit by looking it over before I send it in?

Moralities Downfall – Little Brother Stolen by Bovine Mamano Duo

Arnhild the Inquisitor and her retinue steadily marched through the woods, every member tense for danger. Some of the group members were experienced agents under her employ, the rest were the militia of the local village, gathered and equipped semi-hastily in defense of their home. Every man and women in the group is tense, all of them knew that there are Beastwomen in these woods and that if the monsters completed their ritual, their village of several hundred people would be corrupted. Anyone with experience in fighting monsters had even more reason to be tense, ideally, they would ambush the Beastwomen while they were casting their ritual but they knew that even elves find ambushing Beastwomen to be extremely difficult.

“We’re almost there” said one of Arnhild’s retinue members. With that statement, she and her retinue doused their torches, replacing them with either another weapon or a two-handed weapon. “Remember, only intervene when you see a flare or hear gunshots” she ordered the militia who nodded in affirmation. The group of professionals crept forward, the moon and stars their only source of light. In a short time, a small clearing came into view, the site of the ritual. Five chanting Bray-Shamans surrounded a rutting man and mamano pair, one of the chanting spellcasters possessing more ornate horn decorations and clothing. As the group moved closer to put the spellcasters in missile range, a shrill whistle sounded out through the woods from an unseen sentry.

Arnhild swiftly took a hand off her Long Rifle, drew her flaregun and fired in the air to draw the militia over but in the time it took to do this, the monsters were already on them. She dropped the Long Rifle and flaregun to draw her sword and pistol. A beastwoman rushed toward her from the front and she swiftly leveled her pistol and shot her. Before she could finish the monster off, she felt a spear strike her from behind, the attack failing to disable her due to her armor. She spun around to face her attacker, parried a second stab, and then stepped forward to slash at her opponent. Rather than lunging or swiping, the beastwoman hopped backwards and then stabbed again, which Arnhild barely avoided. This Beastwoman had a cautious fighting style, rather than trying to end the fight quickly, she would withdraw from any opposing attacks and strike at an enemy trying to withdraw, all while maintaining a steady distance gap. While Arnhild might be able to win this fight, it would give time for the completion of the ritual and with her retinue outnumbered, she couldn’t rely on them to break this stalemate.

“CHARGE!” screamed an unknown militiaman as many militia rushed forward with weapons drawn, others staying back to fire bows at any Beastwoman in sight. One of the militiamen joined Arnhild’s battle, giving her time to break off and recollect her Long Rifle, moving a little closer so that the ritual casters were in effective range, she took aim and fired on a subordinate chanter. The bullet struck her in the ribs, knocking her over and breaking her concentration, causing the rest of the ritual to fall apart by the interruption. One of the chanter’s took out a whistle and blew a tune, different from the one that was sounded to signal the detection of intruders.

The fighting Beastwomen took heed of the tune and started to retreat, quickly gathering up any fallen body from either side that they could and then bounding off into the wilderness. Several militia members moved to pursue but were stopped by a shout from Arnhild. Arnhild started taking account of the aftermath, counting the members of her retinue and the militia that remained. The monsters had gathered all their dead and wounded, a total of 9 militia were missing, 3 militia were disabled but had not been taken and none of her retinue were unaccounted for. The reality of her work is that loss of any of her agents was always a bigger loss to the fight against the mamano than the loss of a few civilians due to the expensive training and priceless experience that they possess.

The return to the village was delayed by a short argument with the militia who wanted to immediately try to rescue their lost fellows until she convinced them with the argument that it would be better to do so during daylight and the threat of refusing to provide aid if they gave chase immediately. The trip back was an uneventful one.

At the dawn of the next morning, Arnhild had packed her things and was already readying her horse. “Going home so soon Ms. Katterfeld?” came a voice behind her. Arnhild turned around, “Yes, I think my contribution here is done. I trust that you and your companions can handle the aftermath?”

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Dhampir-san has become a classy lady!

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