Chapter 3: The Beast

Reinhardt and Lyn spoke for a little while longer, when suddenly they heard the sound of loud voices.

"Hey, Batta, I thought you killed all the Lorca last time!" said a surly man.

"Yeah, I did too, but then I remembered something", another man answered. "At the time, I thought nothing of it. But, now I remember, there was a giant pair of tits around here. They were mostly hidden by a complete lack of substance, but now I think about it, there was probably another Lorca attached to them. Tits don't just float around like that!"

"Oh no, it's the bandits who killed my tribe!" Lyn said, as she picked up Mulagir, and got on her horse.

"Are you going to kill them?" Rein asked.

"I'll try..." Lyn replied.

"Do you have a strategy?"

"Yeah, I'm just going to mindlessly walk towards the nearest one, and attack him, no matter what. That's how everyone in Sacae fights."

"Ok, you could do that", Reinhardt said. "Or you could try not being a total down syndrome fuck, and actually use a real strategy."

"Wait, you know how to do that?"

"Yeah, I think. Ok, here's what you do. Go outside, and click on the nearest one. Then see how many blue squares pop out of him. Walk as close as you can get, without stepping onto those squares."

"...Are you on drugs?" Lyn asked, giving him a puzzled look.

"Oh right, we can't actually see those", Rein realised. "Ok, just stand where I tell you to stand, and wait for him to come closer. He is probably autistic as hell, and will just do what you were going to do, until I stopped you."

"Hahaha, what a great day it is to walk mindlessly towards the enemy!" the bandit laughed, as he swung his axe cheerfully.

Batta rolled his eyes, as he took up a defensive position by the other tent. Lyn waited just outside the bandit's attack range, where Rein told her to wait, and then killed him with two arrows through the head, after he got close. Realising he was in trouble, Batta took out a Hand Axe, and waited for Lyn by the tent, which had magic healing powers, and also somehow made him harder to hit.

"Why did you kill my tribe?!" Lyn demanded to know, as she cautiously approached, making sure to stay out of his Hand Axe's range.

"One day, I discovered a dark secret about the Lorca", Batta explained. "Why do you think you have rode that horse, your entire life? Why do you think you know no other way to fight, besides on its back?"

"All the Lorca ride horses into battle. It's just the way I was raised."

"And did you ever question why? Well, I did, and I one day, I learned the truth. They're bronies! Dirty horsefucking faggots, every last one of them! At that point, I knew they needed to be taken care of."

"N-No it can't be true!" Lyn gasped.

"Don't let him get in your head!" Reinhardt told her. "You're not a brony, and I know it! You have big tits, and it's only male bronies that have big tits! The girl ones are just ugly, unfuckable flat chested bitches, like Lucina!"

"Yeah, you're right!" said Lyn, her confidence restored. "I won't let you take my tribe's name in vain! Die!"

She let loose a powerful bolt from Mulagir, which pierced Batta's shoulder. The mighty brigand let loose a powerful ear-splitting scream, as he threw his Hand Axe towards her. It was a direct hit, but luckily, her tits protected her vital organs, and the axe returned to his hand, without dealing any serious damage.

They traded many blows, until several arrows were sticking out of Batta's body, and Lyn's tits had been battered with the axe so many times that she was winded, and could barely muster the strength to pull her bowstring. They both gasped for breath, as they stumbled towards one another, Lyn weakly tugging at the reins of her horse, while Batta used his axe like a crutch to prop himself up.

"Alright... Enough..." he finally said. "This battle will be the end for both of us, at this rate... I can't die here, not while bronies still pollute Sacae with their BO..." And regretfully, he retreated. Lyn called out for him to stop, but it was no use. She didn't have the strength to pursue him.