In Over His Head! [A sexy, Mini Giantess romcom/fantasy adventure in Tamriel]

Chp 14 "The Main Event: Round One, FIGHT!"

"It's funny how in life you can go from one one extreme to the other in literally the blink of an eye. How for once in your life... things seem to be finally working out. We got a job! We made some nice new friends! We have a home... and a "family" of sorts. Well, that is if Margara, Mint and a dozen or so beautiful women who can't keep their hands off us count as a family. But best of all we had found the woman of our dreams, and even though we had done something really stupid and made her want to chuck us into the frozen ocean, she had apparently forgiven us completely, and arranged for us this job, and all these nice new friends. Which is great, because at least now, when 300 pounds of semi-cannibalistic amazonian muscle grinds our bones into slurry and then drinks our blood as a chaser to wash them down with, AFTER, of course, biting off all our hands and feet, there will be someone... to CRY... AT OUR FUNERAL!!"

Logical brain finished his speech with a dramatic flourish of motions, mimicking Mountains as she drew her finger across her throat at Edovan earlier that day, before she had exploded... but he knew it was fruitless. Lizard brain only had two modes: fuck or fight.

He supposed flight was in there as well, but didn't seem to be an option at this time. Liz was in full battle mode, and had thrown open wide the armory, and was now gleefully selecting various offensive and defensive strategies, spells, and gear for their inevitable showdown. "Ohhhh, we've so got this!" he cackled, as he debated between using the staff and just casting spells straight from his hands.

"What? What have we got?" Logical brain countered. "A deathwish? A tombstone? A nice little fighters guild ceremony to inter us? It's a good thing the Commander likes us! She can give our eulogy because she's ALREADY WEARING BLACK!"

(It should come as no surprise to anyone that Edovan's lizard brain was far more advanced and articulate in the FIGHT response than it was in the FUCK response. It had both superior training and experience in that regard. And unlike sex, fighting lizard brain KNEW what he was doing, had done it before, and was actually quite good at it. He knew how to gauge distances and calculate speeds. He knew casting times and cool downs, and he knew exactly how quickly his mana would regenerate. He knew how to identify and exploit weaknesses. He KNEW what to do.)

Lizard brain grabbed logical brain by his lapels and pulled his face close, grinning maniacally.

"She will not be up to full strength yet. She hasn't rested enough. You heard Staan, she should be out for at least 24 hours, and it's only been four... at.. most...." Lizard brain trailed off, his rolling confidence of mine cars suddenly derailed as Logical brain took over again.

"So either she won't be able to fight at all... or..."

"Staan was wrong..." Lizard brain finished their shared thought.

"Well... there's always flight. Flight is good too right?"

* * * * *

Edovan stared hard at Staan. Trying to comprehend the words he had heard coming out of his mouth.

"But you said she wouldn't recover for another 24 hours!" he exclaimed, with an obvious tone of begging-mixed-with-panic in his voice for that statement to be true. And he was trying very hard not to let the panic creep through, but he didn't really have to. Staan was panicking enough for both of them. He'd never seen the big Nord turn so white.

"I also said she wouldn't wake up so soon afterwards! But you saw what happened. We had to leave!" Staan said as he started to pace back and forth nervously.

"Eddo this is bad. Very bad. Rules or no rules, she's going to KILL you!"

Edovan grabbed his arm and tried to calm him.