[Episode] Corruption of Blood

Out in the open, things were rapidly going from bad to worse. The swordswoman who had stubbornly stood her ground until now was getting completely overpowered. She was being tossed about like a rag doll, leaving weasel-shaped imprints on the buildings.

Luther couldn’t believe his eyes. He had seen his fair share of violence. This was no longer a fight. It had turned into an execution... And all because that weird weasel woman had frozen up. He could see it clear as day, how she was getting pummeled without even putting up her guard. Something was off.

The freedom fighter ducked, narrowly avoiding a furry noodle missile hitting a lamp post. His eyes flitted between the bloodied warrior and the snarling silhouette closing in slowly. Brandishing his blade, he stepped in to defend the wounded woman. [npc=misc]“What are you doing?! Fight back!”[/npc] He could only hope his voice still reached her.

Yumiko’s entire world was spinning. Her head felt like it had gotten caught between a hammer and an anvil. “I... cannot...” She muttered meekly, her voice raspy and faint.

Luther’s stomach lurched at the grim sight. [npc=misc]“What...?”[/npc]

“He is too... Too...” The weasel coughed crimson, struggling to get the words out.

[npc=misc]“Too what?!”[/npc] The fighter wasn’t ready to abandon hope just yet. Whatever it was, he would figure something out!

“Too CUTE!”

The revelation slapped Luther like a rolled up newspaper right in the face. [npc=misc]“What.”[/npc] His blank tone couldn’t even muster the question mark to the supposed question. Unfortunately, he was certain he had heard that correctly. He just didn’t want to believe it.

Yumiko struggled to find her paws. Even through the bloody haze, her eyes glimmered with very, very peculiar madness. “Just look at him! Those adorable ears, that tasteful dark coat... My goodness, he even has a ruff of fur!” She was utterly star-struck by the cutest critter she had ever seen grace this wonderful world. “I cannot cut even a single hair on his fluffy tail!”

Slowly, the freedom fighter glanced at the approaching menace. He saw a snarling, canine beast with beady eyes and far too much fur crammed into the clothing of an unjust ruler. His blank stare shifted back onto the woman. And he said nothing.

Unsurprisingly, the pompous king didn’t see the sincerity behind the words. He knew a disguised insult when he heard one. [npc=pirt]“Grrrh, mock me at your own peril, peasant!”[/npc] He yapped wildly, puffing his fluffy chest.

The annoyances just kept piling up today. First, the rat dared to challenge him, the great King Eric. Then, she didn’t even have the decency to die. He could practically feel his blood pressure rising. Well, one of the royal physicians had dared to suggest exercise, before he had the fool executed for the disrespect... But perhaps there was some merit to the idea as a form of stress relief.

And he knew the perfect punching bag.

The canine king sheathed his sword and dropped onto all fours. Like a barking missile, he closed the distance far faster than a man of his size had any right to move. It was one of the many benefits of his magnificent transformation, the advantage of a four-leg drive.

Luther shook himself out of it and tried to intercept. Luckily, the target was big and unarmed, so his blade should... Barely sink into the fur? It felt like trying to carve a thicket with a butter knife. Disbelief painted his features before a hefty tackle launched him aside. What manner of shears did you need to carve through all that fluff...?

Bowling through, the vicious foe sank his teeth into the larger rat and pinned her against the curb. Beady eyes burning with hatred, he brought his entire weight behind a vicious punch. And another. Third, fourth, fifth! [npc=pirt]“Know! Your! Place! You! Trash!”[/npc] The street rippled and warped like a bedsheet beneath the hefty impacts. Cracks were beginning to form, spreading like spider webs...

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