"Finally, my blood count is no longer in the negatives." Exasperated Imogen while she drained the last bit of fluid out of a Scarnth.
"I'll need to keep a trained eye on that stupid blood gauge, my ignorance nearly robbed me of my life." Noted Imogen as she threw the Scarnth's clammy carcass into a tree.
"Move and you'll get an arrow between the eyes." Snarled a man as he let the tip of his arrow sneak out of a brush.
"Now that I've got your attention, you're going to do exactly what I say as I say it; got it." Specified the man while pulling back his bowstring even further.
"Can you even see through all that flora, because if I were to be in your position; I know I wouldn't be able to hit crap if it was painted red." Laughed Imogen, completely uncaring about the imminent danger pointed right at her.
"I'd watch your words filth, don't forget what position you're in." Growled the man as he poked his head out.
"You mean when I'm over your wife, I guess that's pretty important; thanks." Grinned Imogen while flipping the man off.
"You're dead meat bitch!" Yelled the man as he fired an arrow straight towards Imogen's head.
The arrow hit Imogen in the face a little ways below the gum line, but contrary to expectation; it bounced off as if it had struck metal.
"Is this actually a stone arrow, who comes out in the middle of a monster infested forest with stone arrows; are you daft?" Chuckled Imogen whilst she snapped the arrow in two.
"Beasts are not my prey whore fucker, I needn't waste money on scum." Snarled the man as he leaped out of the bushes, somehow accompanied by two others.
"How did you all even fit in the same bush, those two even have armor on." Grumbled Imogen whilst she gestured to the newcomers.
Though, no answer was had, the men only charged at her with their weapons drawn. Unsurprisingly, one man was slightly faster than the rest and reached Imogen first, impure iron met steel.
Weapons danced in yellowish light as the two clashed longer, but it was clear who was winning. Just as Imogen prepared to deal the finishing strike, the other two decided to join in.
They brought spears of lightning into the mix, fast enough that Imogen couldn't block them; but strong enough that the wounds they inflicted were grave.
Imogen couldn't keep up with fighting them all at once and was quickly outmatched, but a new light shone upon Imogen; she somehow managed to haphazardly kill one of the spearmen. The individual in question had gotten too cocky over time and let down his guard ever so slightly, but that sliver of change was all Imogen needed to relieve him of his head.
*System Notification: You've slain a named second cycle human
"You sick fuck! You actually killed him!" Cried the duo.
"Indeed I did! And you'll be no exception, I'll drink both of you dry!" Shrieked Imogen as a newfound power fuelled her rage
Though, before the fight could continue, a new voice spoke up; one ladden with experience.
"You can kill them, torture them perhaps; but then I'll just slit your friend's throat." Stated the man in a calm tone whilst he held Clarence at knife point.
"Put down your weapon, we'll be confiscating it." Asserted the man as he grazed Clarence's neck with the knife.
"I don't even know who that man is, much less am I friends with him; your fruitless effort is hilarious." Declared Imogen while twirling her hair.
"If it were any other day, I'd most likely believe you; but it's not and that means your fucked." Smirked the man as he drew his sword.
"That's the most idiotic response I've ever heard, I don't know how you've lived thus far." Replied Imogen while tossing her weapon to the ground.
"But fine, you got me; you better not kill him." Threatened Imogen as she watched her halberd get hastily snatched up.
"Good, because what I said before was complete bullshit; it always works on the toughens." Grinned the man whilst he strangely gestured to his two remaining men.
"Now my boys here will 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵 you to our camp, I'll be having no funny business; so don't try anything stupid." Snarled the man as his men grabbed Imogen by the sides.
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"And this here is my humble abode, I hope you enjoy your stay; because you're in for one hell of a rough time." Scoffed the man while he directed his men to throw Imogen into a crowded cell.
"Now don't beat yourself up about being caught, this here land is prime pickens for us." Sneered the man as he pulled up a chair.
"Now you may be wondering why I go out to capture folks when I've got this here huge operation with more manpower than I previously thought possible." Dawdled the man whilst he twiddled his thumbs.
"If I were to speak true, I'd say that I'm a clone; are you surprised?" Halted the man, before continuing without an answer.
"Every group in this facility has one of me to guide it, makes the whole capturing thing quite easy on the men; saves me a whole lot of money." Explained the clone as he got up and pushed his chair in.
"Well, I've got work to do; do make sure to preserve your life." Echoed the man while he threaded through the narrow halls.
"Ugh... that guy was annoying, he didn't even give me anything to do besides talk to other actual people." Grumbled Imogen as she looked around the cramped cell.
"He could have at least put me in here with Clarence, but no; he's a complete jerk." Complained Imogen while moving to a far corner.
"I have to find a way out of this hell hole, I don't want to stand here a second longer." Muttered Imogen as she watched a fat looking individual begin to walk up to her.
The woman stopped at Imogen and was leaning into her personal space, getting close enough for Imogen to feel her disgusting breath press against her face. The woman's breath stank like all hell and Imogen didn't want to bear another second of that agony.
"You look like you need some help, little girl, I can help you out real nice in that department." Whispered the woman while offering a hand to Imogen.
"Do you think I'm stupid, or something? I'm twenty nine lady!" Growled Imogen as she curled her fist into a ball.
"Ha! Fat chance little girl, now come along, I've got some clients that are really into young girls." Smirked the woman while pointing to a couple of women and men in the left most corner.
"They're really lonely... why don't you come help them out" Suggested the fat lady while moving her hand to grab Imogen's.
"Shove off! Or I'll mess you up; I doubt that anyone will talk to you ever again after they see your missing teeth." Snapped Imogen as she slapped the woman's hand away.
"Now, now, no need to get violent; I was just trying to help you make a decision." Frowned the woman.
"I said shove off, or I'll break that spindly neck of yours; I can already imagine the beautiful noise your neck will make when I snap it." Hissed Imogen as she punched the woman in the gut.
"Fuck! You actually hit me! What the shit woman! Go fuck yourself." Fumed the woman while storming off.
"Finally! I can think to myself again; what an annoyance that woman was." Rejoiced Imogen as she looked through the crowd of people in a displeased manner.
"Now to plan my escape, maybe I could... actually I have no clue whatsoever." Admitted Imogen while punching a hole into the other cell.
"What the fuck, you almost hit me square in the head!" Exclaimed a man from the other cell.
"Wait! Did you just break through the fucking wall with just one punch... please take me with you!" Begged the man as he dropped to his knees.
"Nope, well at least not directly; I never said you couldn't follow my path of destruction." Remarked Imogen after blasting a huge hole in the wall.
"Well, see ya'! I'm blowing this joint." Announced Imogen as she walked out of her cell.
"I've always wanted to say that, this life is now awesome." Giggled Imogen while she ran down the corridors looking for Clarence.
"Frick! I can't believe that they put him on the floor under me, well I guess it's not that bad; I've always wanted to break through the floor." Cheered Imogen as she slammed through the floor.
"Oh... sorry Clarence; I didn't mean to fall on top of you." Apologised Imogen as she rolled off Clarence.
"Imogen?" "It's so great to see you, you've saved my life once again!" Beamed Clarence as he pushed rubble off himself.
"Yeah!" "Great to see you too, but we've got to hurry I can already see the guards coming our way." Insisted Imogen as she watched about fifty guards surround them.
"They're already here Imogen, I see that your timing hasn't gotten much better in the few days you've been gone." Remarked Clarence while the guards pointed their spears down at the both of them.
"Shut it, we've a deal for the feminine one and if she accepts; you'll get to leave scot free." Cajoled a fancily dressed man.
"So what's the deal and what do I get out of it, do I get freedom too?" Inquired Imogen as she dusted herself off.
"If you so chose, you'll become a consort of our great lord, then you'll be granted your life. The lord... great as he is, has acquired a taste for exotic women of late." Bargained the rich looking man.
"Or rather, how I like to say it, love thy debonair to've life." Elaborated the high ranking man while grinning a wicked grin.