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.
