My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“Faeyna, watch out!” I couldn’t help but warn.

I wasn’t used to having a passive role in a fight. If I wasn’t fighting personally, then I was supporting people. Allowing Faeyna to solo this mini-boss without providing her any assistance was driving me crazy. What could I say? I was a backseat adventurer.

The orc moved much quicker now, and his club created dark shadows as it struck down. Faeyna went to deflect it again, but her superior speed was no longer an advantage. Her broom struck the orc’s club various times. The two dance around the room, strike after strike landing. In the orc’s case, the club was moving at a speed that didn’t match the size of the club or the orc himself. Suddenly, his club blurred, creating images of two clubs coming down.

Faeyna chose to block one of the clubs, but it turned out to only be an image. She was smashed in the side, flying back. The orc’s face twisted into a nasty grin as he lunged forward once again, taking advantage of her flustered state to do a more powerful attack. This time, all of the darkness merged into his club. His body blurred and he appeared directly in front of Faeyna. He lifted his club, now completely black, as if it was sucking in all of the light.

“Faeyna!” I cried out.

Faeyna was on the ground helpless as the club descended. At that moment, a bright blinding light flashed out between the pair. The Witch had used a spell to blind the orc. However, he continued with his strike, hitting the ground. I looked on in fear, but I was temporarily blinded. I couldn’t see if Faeyna had gotten hit or not. All I could hear was an explosion and the rising of dust. As the light disappeared, all that was lift was floating dust.

Slowly, the dust settled, revealing a scene. Faeyna had managed to dodge the strike. There was a massive crater where she had been. She had slipped through the orc’s legs and then attacked, sending out the wooden handle portion of the broom with all of her force into the orc. However, being on the ground and behind the orc, her attack ended up striking a certain point.

“G-g-geh…” The orc’s eyes were wide as he stood there, his ass impaled.

Faeyna had shoved escalabroom directly into the orc’s bum. It was fairly deep too. A good chunk of the handle was lost in the recesses of a giant ass. With only a loincloth protecting such a region, her low attack had bypassed any resistance.

“Wh-wh-wh-where am I?” A shrill, panicked voice cried out.

“Alysia… this…” Faeyna’s face started turning red.

“It’s warm… and it’s gushy… no… no! No!”

“Stop moving!” The orc panted.

“No! No!” Faeyna lost control of Alysia, and her armor suddenly disappeared.

“Alysia, No!” I shouted. “Don’t start expanding!”

“Gross, gross! No! No!” Alysia screamed as her weapon body started to transform back into a massive sword.

The orc died. Even I felt a little sympathy for him.