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[i][color=Silver]Commander of Demons[/color][/i]
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[b]”COMMANDERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!”[/b]

The sight of the gigantic woman scaling the wall had stunned Rhein for just long enough to get her gigantic mitt around his neck (and, by extension, his entire head). The assembly was thrown into disarray, with the remaining men who didn’t make up the ladder looking at each other with utter confusion now that the head of their army had been captured by the “enemy”. Seeing the body of the commander being waved around like a doll, Laurence, who had slowly begun to calm down, once again burst into tears. Things immediately got worse when the Eldrin woman he’d spotted earlier leapt over the wall brandishing a weapon. [b]”How the hell did she bring a sword in here?!”[/b] the members of the Gesellschaft took defensive positions as the tall Eldrin woman shouted about queens and other such nonsense related to the nobility. Was this woman crazy? Why would anyone care about any of that when she had a goddamn [i]sword[/i]?

The hand clamped around his neck was sweaty and rough, making for an even more uncomfortable experience as the half-ogre squeezed the life out of him. As Helga swung his body around to display to the other women on her side of the hot spring, Rhein couldn’t help but think that maybe she was being a bit [i]too[/i] rough. At this rate, the woman was going to rip his head off. Though, more importantly than that, he was starting to lose consciousness. Although muffled, he could still hear the commotion on the other side of the wall. Everything had gone to shit so quickly that it was hard for anyone to properly mount a response. They had been utterly defeated by the she-beast known as Helga, and it would be a loss that would haunt the Delion Hot Spring Demon Gesellschaft for quite some time.  Just as Rhein was about to pass out, he heard Estelle plead with Helga to release him from her grip. As usual, the catgirl was a life-saver in situations like this. However, within about a second of hearing that, Rhein had passed out.

As Siloratan shouted, a figure ran up and laid itself prostrate before her. To everyone’s surprise, the figured bowing so low his head touched the ground was Laurence, who had dared to enter the armed Eldrin woman’s reach. [color=AntiqueWhite]”We’re sorry! We had no idea that we were in the presence of a noble, but please spare us!”[/color] the bunnyboy pleaded. The other men in the assembly were loathe to admit it but, despite the fact that he was clearly admitting defeat, the boy had more guts than them to approach Siloratan, who had only moments earlier threatened to lop all of their heads off. The commander was right. The boy had potential. But right now, the blonde beastboy was a ball of emotions and excessive waterworks. Following suit, the other Hot Spring Demons also bowed, [b]”WE’RE SORRY!”[/b] 
In this situation, they were going to have to swallow their pride and surrender. The commander had been captured and they were being faced down by a noblewoman with a sword. If that meant they would have to beg, then they’d put their backs into it! The future of the Gesellschaft counted on it!