First Combat

Chapter 13: First Combat

The Minotaur waited.

But he didn't wait for the arrows to reach him before doing something. He was successfully able to avoid all the arrows that were sent his way simply by moving a bit.

"General, can we really defeat something like this? We never fought a Minotaur before. I didn't even know these things still existed," one of the knights, the closest to the general, asked him, gradually becoming frightened by being faced with such a colossal beast.

"Fool! We have fought monsters much worse than this horned bully. Kill him! Kill him, now! He just another monster!" he ordered his troops.

"A bully? I was still held in a prison, left to rot, a good minute ago? I never bullied anything in my life."

"Charge!" the general commanded to his knights again.

"Leave us alone, or I'm going to have to hurt you," Junk announced to the army of knights.

"Bring me his head!" the general shouted, this one additional thing right before any of them were close enough to him to be able to take a stab at him. Swords were swinging in his direction. He had to do something about it now. Too many soldiers surrounded him for him to avoid anything else. Instead, he blocked their attacks with his sturdy horns and his arms. His skin and his muscles were ridiculously resistant, which allowed him to block lots and lots of their attacks. Then, after blocking, he immediately struck back.

Punched a few knights in the face. Kick a couple with his stomping hooves. At one point, Junk even stole a fallen sword from one of the guys who were attacking them and pierced it through the heart of an assaulting soldier. Blood burst through the inside of the armor and was shot outside. Not covering the Minotaur's nearly naked body, but almost, being shot to the side, covering one of the brothers of the knight. At this point, at least a few of the soldiers stepped back from the beast. Waited. Waited like cowards to Revaluate the situation. Reevaluating the situation, while a total of five knights had been killed by Junk so far. Meanwhile, the general, who was still sitting on his horse, tried to see which one of his men was going to hurt the beast first.

"Surround him and don't leave him a moment to counterattack," the general shouted at his troops.

"He's not doing too bad," April said to September.

"Could be better, but I definitely enjoy what I'm seeing."

"I desperately want to go out there and help him."

"That's out of the question. You are already hurt on top of being pregnant. I can't let you do something like that. Even if you were not hurt and pregnant, I wouldn't let you go out there," The Witch Queen said to her.

"What are you now? My mom or something?" she asked.

"You are too important for a reckless battle like this."

"Important?" April asked her.

"You are one of the four. You know that."

"I do. But isn't Junk just as important, though?"

"..." September remained completely silent.

"September?"

"Never mind."

"He's not just a monster, you know? He's a demon, and he's good a demon too," April reminded her.

"This battle is just another instance during which he has to prove himself," she explained to April.

"..."

"I can't help him all the time. He already felt to protect you earlier at the river," she continued explaining to her.

"He was there to save me. You showed up and drained the river mere seconds before he came to me," she argued with the witch.

"..." September didn't say anything this time.

"I largely prefer going out there and help him," she said as she literally crawled on the ground. Crawling toward the battle. "Even if it means having to crawl my way into battle."

"You are not going anywhere. Stay with me, April."

Over there, in the battle, as Junk was progressively getting more and more surrounded and attacked from all sides, it came to a point that he had much more difficulties blocking swords, axes, arrows, and bolts with his horns and arms. At one point, one axe hit the side of his left hip and hurt her. Wounded him. Took a slice out of him. The Minotaur grunted. He was hurt. He lost a lot of blood. This was the beginning of the end for him.

"Good," the general whispered.

"Oh, no, he is hurt!" April shouted.

"..." September still remained silent. Meanwhile, Junk soon fell to the ground. This wouldn't have happened if he had had a bit more milk mana before the inception of this combat. What had been done had been done. It was too late to go back. Junk knelt down. Forced to do so as more and more knights ganged up on him and were getting ready to deliver the final blows to him.

So, this is it. I did my best. At least, I didn't die in prison, Junk thought to himself as he now officially knew this was going to be the end. His end.

"No. I can't allow something like this to happen," April murmured as something deeply odd occurred with her. As she was still lying down on the ground, lying on top of her big boobs and of her pregnant belly and still crawling toward Junk, both of her eyes suddenly began shining bright. Shining white. Something was changing with her. She was awakening. She was reacting to the imminent death of the demon who she had learned to know for the past day or two, and the demon who kindly impregnated her.

For a short moment, it was almost as if time had slowed down a bit. April had enough to get up before any other harm had been done to the Minotaur. Then, April ran as fast as she could in the direction of the group of 'brave' knights, who were all ganging up on her new friend. The bright white light didn't only come out of her eyes. It also surrounded her entire body. The light blinded most of the knights, who had just spun around to take a look at what the hell was happening to her.

"Reclamation: Spring Claws!" April shouted at the top of her lungs. Then, the next moment, April had gone absolutely berserk as she was seen charging toward the group of knights and attacking all of them. One by one. She had gone totally feral. She didn't have any weapon on her and yet, she was slicing and clawing her way into the hard and cold metal of their armors. She fought, and she fought until she had made it to the Minotaur. By that time, she had already killed all of them. Her claws had damaged their armors so much that their protection didn't help them at the end of the day. Some of them had had their throats slashed. Some of them no longer had any functioning lungs because of the terrible blows she had given them. Whatever the case might have been, nearly all of them were already dead by this point, or they were going to be dead in such an amount of time, dealing with their fatal injuries, that there wasn't truly a point to speak of any chances to see them recover.

During April's intervention, Junk powered down to his true human form.

The armor was gone.

April stopped.

April perfectly represented the calm before the storm. She had more or less been completely calmed prior to this sudden event. Now, the calm was back. The storm was over. She slowly walked toward Junk. Everything was silent again. She had slaughtered so many of the knights that the entire area between the shed and the inn was covered with dropped weapons. The swords, the axes, the bows and all the rest were messily surrounding Junk and April. Thick, red blood was covering the typically green grass in the back of the inn. A clean-up crew would have to be sent here to make some sense out of this mess. A true carnage. Junk had no idea what to do. He continued staring at April. Not being afraid of her, but not knowing what she was going to do next. Even though she was calmed now, was she still going to continue to be this violent again? Was it over for now? The young man was submerged with countless questions. Yet, no answers at all at the moment.

"April, are you okay?" Junk broke the ice and asked her.

"..." as he originally expected it, she didn't say anything.

"She awaked. She awoke in front of us," September said out loud to herself while observing the situation unfold in front of her. Seeing all of it becoming calm again. She didn't seem surprised. Not one bit. She was fully in control around here.

"What just happened to you, April? How did this happen??" Junk continued asking her more questions. He wasn't unloading with them without allowing her the necessary time to answer, but was asking her too much.

"Junk," this was the first and only word April had said for now after she had devastated the bloody backward between the shed and the inn and defeated so many valuable knights.

"Y-yes?" Junk asked him, stuttering as he did so.

"I just want to continue travelling with you and have more babies with you. I feel like I'm going to be having this first one you gave to me pretty soon. Which is good. But then, I want you to continue keeping me pregnant. I enjoy feeling your spawn growing inside of me like this. It feels good. It feels so good. I feel like I am at your mercy and that I need to be protected by you at all times while I am pregnant with your child. Although, I guess I protected you this one time. We got them. We got all of them. I'm glad you are okay, Junk. I wouldn't want to hurt you. I didn't want you to die. Not before you met your first son or daughter," April began talking more.

"You did good, April. You did amazing. Good job."

"Thank you, Junk. Thank you so much," she replied.

"You have to be worried about anything now. Everything is okay," the brave man mentioned to her as he finally stood up again. Then, she slowly walked toward him again. He opened his big, strong arms for her and swallowed her with them. He hugged her. They hugged and she blushed a lot.

"I'm glad I was able to get all of them. I'm out of energy now. I'm out of mana. My power is gone again," she revealed.

"Well, that sounds like a great thing. For me," a masculine voice was heard on the other side of the small battlefield behind the inn. Junk and April both turned their heads toward the source of the voice. The general was still here. He was still alive. Still riding his horse. He was the only one April wasn't able to defeat during her berserker moment.

"Oh, no, I failed to save us. I failed to get all of them."

"Don't worry. It's going to be just fine, April."

"Why are you so happy about being the last of your kind here? You are alone. We are three. You are doomed," The Witch Queen announced to him as she slowly walked toward her two followers. Finally, joining them. Her big tits kept wonderfully jiggling as she made her approach toward them.

"September. I'm sorry, I failed to finish this one," April said, apologizing to her nearly right away as she came their way.

"Don't apologize. You did pretty well, April," she said.

"Pretty well? She did phenomenally. She got all of them except one. She deserves a trophy. Where were you all this time, Witch Queen? You didn't help at all," Junk pointed out to her.

"It wasn't about that. I wanted her to show you her strength as the second magic-user of our quartet," she said. Then, not too long after, September turned her head again to the general, who was still riding his horse. "You are done for, knight," The Witch Queen told the general.

"You truly think I came here unprepared with this one troop. I got more on the way," the general revealed to them.