Humming you walk down the dusty road, the trees of the forest giving you a refreshing shadow as you travel towards Monzta.
But as you reach the deepest part of the forest arrows fly towards you, hitting the ground infront of your feets, shocked and scared you grab the hilt of the sword, nervously fiddling around on it as around a dozen tall muscular tanned women in fur and chainmail run towards you with raised clubs, knocking you out before you can even use your sword to defend yourself.
Weakly you groan on the floor, staring up with half a opened eye into the face of the leader, an women which towers at roughle 7'9 feet, with short black hair, combed back, strange red tatoos covering half of her face and most of the exposed arms and legs, the rest hidden by a fur coat and chainmail.
"Weakling!", she howls and kicks you into the ribs, making you wince in pain.
She laughs and looks to the other huntress which she leads. "Let's..."
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