Chapter - 82

That Rakshasa looking being was actually a Beastman, a Tiger.

He wore rough tribal leather armor covered in bones and carried a serrated greatsword that definitely weighed more than Grendel.

He growled low in his throat, a sound that made the floorboards vibrate. "Look at the size of that pussycat, boiy," Grendel whispered, shaking, "I bet he licks his own balls when no one is looking."

To his right stood a woman. She was small and fast, moving with a grace that meant death. Her skin was black as coal, dark and flawless.

Her hair was a shocking white, tied back in a high ponytail.

Leo can tell from a mile away what she was, A Dark Elf.

But the best part, she was wearing almost nothing.

Her outfit was just a few thin, black leather straps that squeezed her dark skin.

They barely covered the tips of her nipples and her crotch, leaving her toned stomach, long legs, and smooth back totally exposed for everyone to see.

White tribal dots were painted across her face. Her hands rested on the hilts of two curved daggers at her hips.

Leo's eyes stayed on her, 'Well, hello there,' he thought, 'Zarth fashion is very... breathable. I definitely approve.'

Behind them stood a third non-human.

This one was hunched over, leaning on a staff topped with a bird skull. He was covered in shaggy grey fur.

His face was long, with a wet nose and weird rectangular pupils. Two curved horns spiraled back from his forehead. A Goat Beastman. He wore white thick robes and a pair of round glasses on his snout. He looked like a librarian who had been turned into livestock.

Around them were four human guards. They wore the white robes of the Temple of Light, but their armor was jagged and dark.

Their eyes were glazed like they were in a cult and had seen too much shit.

The Tiger Beastman stepped forward, kicking a piece of firewood away. He loomed over Leo, his shadow swallowing the firelight.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, LITTLE PIECE OF MEAT?" the Tiger roared. He leaned down, his breath smelling like raw rot and wet fur. Spit flew from his teeth and sprayed onto the floor near Leo's boots.

Grendel whimpered from behind the rocks, covering his ears like a terrified child.

"Boiy, kill him before he kills me," he hissed under his breath.

Leo slowly wiped the tiger's spit off his shirt. He looked at the giant beast and then back at his ruined meat.

"I am the guy who was cooking," Leo said in a bored, flat voice.

"And you are the loud asshole who is bothering me. Do you need a fucking litter box because you are too scared to take a shit in the woods by yourself?"

The Tiger Beastman blinked his yellow eyes in total shock. He looked confused and very pissed off. He had expected Leo to cry or beg for his life. He didn't expect some random human to make a joke of him.

"You dare talk to me like that?" the tiger growled, moving closer, "I am a warrior of the Red Claw! I have murdered whole villages! I will strip the skin off your body and wear it as a fucking rug, you little shit!"

Leo just smirked. He leaned back on his hands and looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"Red Claw? Sounds like a nasty dick rash," Leo said, "And quit shouting. You are getting spit all over my steak. It's disgusting and unsanitary."

The Dark Elf made a tiny, sharp noise, like she almost wanted to laugh, but her face stayed hard as a rock. She stared at Leo with narrow, smart eyes, trying to figure out why he wasn't scared of a monster seven feet tall.

The Tiger Beastman finally snapped. His fur stood up and his tail whipped around in a rage.

He lifted his huge, jagged sword, the metal shining in the firelight.

"I WILL EAT YOUR FUCKING BONES!" he roared. "I WILL DRINK THE MARROW OUT OF YOUR RIBS!"

"You aren't eating shit until you learn some fucking table manners," Leo told him, his voice sounding sharp and cold.

He stood up slowly. He didn't reach for his sword or a dagger. He just stood there, brushing the dirt off his pants.

"You threw a knife at my food. You walked in here smelling like a wet pussy. Honestly, I thought the Zarth warriors were supposed to be tough. Is this how you act when someone is hosting you?"

"DIE, YOU BASTARD!" The Tiger Beastman screamed. His muscles bulged as he got ready to swing that massive sword down and cut Leo right in half.

THUMP!

A gnarled wooden staff slammed into the Tiger's chest, stopping his swing dead. It didn't look like a hard hit, but the massive Tiger Beastman stopped in his tracks.

"Back off, you stupid brute," a raspy, goat-like voice barked. "He is not food."

The Goat Beastman stepped forward, pushing his glasses up his snout.

He looked old and weak, but the air around him felt heavy and thick with magic power. He looked at the Tiger like he was an annoying dog, then turned his square pupils toward Leo.

The Goat sniffed the air, "Are you the guy? The 'Hero' that the High Priest Remus told us about?"

Leo looked at the Goat. He looked at the crazy human guards. He looked at the pissed-off Tiger.

He didn't answer the question at all. He reached out and grabbed the handle of the black knife sticking out of his steak. He yanked it free with a wet, gross sound. He tossed the knife casually through the air.

The Dark Elf caught it without even looking, her hand snapping up to grab the blade right in front of her face. She didn't say anything. She just slid it back into her belt, her eyes never leaving his face.

"The meat is finished," Leo said, as if a fight wasn't about to happen. He pulled his own knife from his belt. He carved a thick piece of the goat steak, and steam came off the pink middle. He shoved it into his mouth, chewing slowly while the others watched him in total silence.

"Gods, boiy," Grendel whispered from the dirt in the corner, "You are going to get us both fucking killed over a piece of meat. I don't care if you have got balls of steel or a head full of shit. Just answer the damn question."

"Mmm," Leo sighed, shutting his eyes, "Perfect. A bit spicy, but good."

He swallowed and looked at the Goat. Then at the Tiger. Then he looked at the Dark Elf, letting his eyes wander over her nearly naked chest and thighs.

He pointed at the dirt floor, "Well?" Leo asked.

"Are you going to keep standing there mouth breathing on my dinner, or sit down? I made extra."

Grendel hissed from his hiding spot, "You're fucking nuts, boiy! Offering food to these guys? Look at her,she looks like she would rather gut you than eat your shitty steak."

"Shut up, old man," Leo shushed Grendel, "They are our guests."

The Tiger looked lost, his rage stuck because Leo didn't seem to care one bit.

The Goat looked suspicious, tapping his staff.

The Dark Elf just watched him with cold, sharp eyes. She was measuring him like a target.

Leo smirked anyway. He cut a piece of meat and held it out to her on his knife, "Ladies first," he said. But the dark elf just stared at it, not moving a muscle.

Leo shrugged and turned the knife toward the Goat Beastman. The meat was still steaming.

"Quick question," Leo said, "Is eating this considered cannibalism... or just a family reunion?"

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