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    (Big muscly amazon bee and slim sexy punch girl get in a street fight)    “So what did Pobnots do?” Pepper said before taking a blow to the face. She staggered back, bumping into Izabela’s bee-like abdomen.    One of the bumblebee’s four arms went back to steady the punchy Valkyrie. “People have been moving across the river, forming little Pobnotian enclaves that have slowly voted less, um…punchy people into the city government.” Two of Izabela’s other limbs continued to fend off their attackers, one flinging a man aside while the other blocked a blow from a sprightly young woman.    Pep

    (Big muscly amazon bee and slim sexy punch girl talk)    The bell hanging over the diner door jingled, Pepper Pinch, The Beast of Bopston, stepping in. The place had seen better days, but the pompadoured punch girl hardly noticed. She was in a familiar place after all. Old Slappy’s Grill and Parachute Repair had never exactly been in the best shape to begin with. While a more observant person might have noticed the new holes in the walls where fists and even a few faces had gone through them, the obvious repairs made to the tables after being broken in two as improvised weapons, Pepper put on her biggest grin and walked towards th

    Delma sat on the bench, grinning and wiggling back and forth like an excited child. She bit down on her lip and squealed as she saw the tavern wench walking towards her table, a tray with tankards of frothy beer in her deft grip.    “Here ya go, boys,” the buxom young woman said as she set the beers down. She looked a little miffed that the men were not paying her more attention. Sure, they were not pinching her butt or stroking her thighs, but they were also not shoving more coins down her blouse. No, all eyes were on Delma.    The tavern wench could not even really fault the men though. The elf woman was easily one of the

    (Some cool ladies fight the monsters and a fat cow charges in at the end)    “How are you holding up?” Melody pulled a fresh magazine, slipping it home before snapping off two quick shots. The vampire screamed and fell, clutching at its wounds as it scrambled away. The Valkyrie tried to put another round in it, but more of the blood suckers surged forward.    Mel gunned down one of them before a sword whipped out and stuck the other in the gut. “I feel like that should be my question,” Miriael murmured before turning back, her extending sword scything through the air, intent on decapitating a pair of the monsters