Scott looked out over the churning waters of the nearby river. He could scarcely believe what he saw with each passing moment. A column of black light showed the dire nature what took place largely out of his sight within the confines of the river.

An inescapable battle arena held his allies fast in place as they dueled. It was quite telling that the river now ran red with blood that did not escape the edges of the shield of light that separated the fight from the world at large.

Two lower-level lizard folk stood near Scott and Harley. They looked to each other before they turned back to look at Scott. "The battle is nearly done," said one of the green scaled girls.

"You can see through all of that?" asked Scott. "I know you said it before, but all I see is red water and mud."

"Ah yes, it's one of our abilit—" began one lizard girl only to be cut off by the sudden eruption of a swirling tornado of water at the center of the battle field.

Naked, and resplendent in the light, Eloa's glittering form surged from the water at the center of the water spout. She continued high into the air then performed a powerful aerial backflip that showed off her graceful agility along with her powerful musculature and impressive feminine architecture. Her tail gleamed in the light for the briefest of moments before she completed her rotation. Suddenly her body drew up to its full height and she thrust her right hand upward. Lightning crackled from her finger tips and a storm cloud appeared high overhead.

Though Scott and the others could not hear what was said, something phenomenal occurred. In total defiance of gravity Eloa struck a dynamic pose while she hovered in the air. "My judgment upon you!"

The water spout slowed its whirling motion long enough to reveal over a dozen lizardmen trapped inside. One lizardman much larger than the rest flailed his arms furiously in an attempt to escape. The others seemed frozen, suspended in time.

As electrical energy built to a wildly pulsating spectacle overhead, Eloa cried out, "Queen's Wrath!"

A bolt of lightning shot down from the heavens forming into a spear of crackling energy at the last moment. Eloa's hand moved with it to give the impression of her having thrown an actual spear. The raw power of nature's fury lanced down from the sky and heavily impacted the swirling column of water below.

Scott watched as electricity arced and skittered along the surface of the water. The captive lizardmen inside the water spout opened their mouths as though they were screaming. He had no idea whether they screamed or not, or even what Eloa had said. The end result could not be denied, however. Even at his current distance he could manage to barely discern the four-digit damage numbers floating up from several of the captives.

He swallowed involuntarily, as the attack ended and the storm cloud dispersed. What was his pathetic little lightning skill compared to something like that? Did he even deserve the last name, 'Stormbringer'? An attack like the one Eloa used would have been instant death to him with his measly one hundred eighty hit points.

Not long after that attack struck, several dozen bodies floated to the surface of the river, and the black battle field screen faded away. The sound of cheering echoed from the former battle field. Eloa's people had won the day.

Several long minutes passed as the lizard girls spoke cheerfully with Scott. They were left behind to guard the bridge while the elites fought in the battle.

"So, that big guy was the chief of another tribe?" asked Scott. He knew of the reasons for the battle in general, but the girls did not want to tell him more until it was decided. Now that their sisters and queen won the day, they were glad to speak openly and at length about the situation.

"Yes, he came to make a proposal," said the lizard girl on the left.

"I take it she did not agree to his proposal..." said Scott lightly.

The lizard girls laughed in a strange hissing manner and nodded simultaneously. The girl on the right said, "Our queen is not entertaining suitors at the moment, especially ones that intend to make her land become their land."

"No suitors, huh?" asked Scott, his tone still light. "I don't know if that makes me feel relieved or sad."

The girls looked to each other then back to Scott. Crocodilian features split into a strange parody of a smile. Soon they began to laugh uproariously at what they perceived to be something quite humorous.

A high-pitched yell of excitement caught his attention. Scott turned toward the sound just in time to throw up his arms. Eloa leapt into his arms and tackled him to the ground. "Scott!" she cried happily.

A loud noise reminiscent of an angry chainsaw crossed with the revving of a motorcycle engine echoed from nearby. Harley lightly stroked her rifle, her lips pursued into a petulant frown. If looks could kill, hers might very well do so. Luckily she wore a helmet with an orange visor that kept anyone from seeing her expression.

Eloa perked her ass into the air a little and made her tail sway from side-to-side. "Did you see?"

Scott looked into the lizard queen's sparkling eyes and found that he could not help but get caught up in her excitement. "You kicked serious ass..."

"Yes!" she exclaimed happily. Eloa wiggled her perky posterior a little then pressed forward against him, her breasts rubbing against his armored chest. "Thanks to you..."

"How is it thanks to me? All I did was watch?" he asked her curiously.

"Our association... comes with benefits for both of us, remember?" she said sweetly. Her cheeks became tinged with pink.

"Our association... You mean the treaty we made? How does that help you beyond developing your tribe a little faster?" he asked her.

Eloa bit her lower lip a little then leaned her face closer to his. "Since we have an alliance... Your strength becomes our strength as well. As long as... we're loyal to each other I can call upon the power of the storm in this way."

"Wait, you're saying that my reaching a new tier gave you incredible powers?" asked Scott incredulously.

She grinned at him, "Gave is a strong word. I was given a one week free trial option."

A saucy look in her eyes she leaned her head down and kissed him softly on the nose. One hand came up and she lightly traced her fingers along his cheek. "All I have to do in order to keep it is maintain and strengthen our alliance to your satisfaction."

"My s-satisfaction you say?" asked Scott slowly, a slightly goofy expression on his lips.

"Oh yes..." she said in a manner that might have been erotic were the noise of an engine revving in the background not distracting from it.

Eloa rose up and sat back on her haunches, her maidenhood resting just above Scott's crotch. She lightly teased him by gently rocking her hips back and forth. "That's not to say that I'm an easy girl to win over... Mating is one thing, but a true alliance is something you'll have to prove capable of achieving..."

"Actually, alliances and the like are part of why I am here..." he said, while trying to ignore the heat permeating the area above his manly bits and the obnoxiously loud chainsaw in the background.

"Oh? Is it?" she asked before rotating her hips slightly. "You don't want to cross my bridge today, do you? Because that would just be lovely..."

"Not today... I came for a different reason," said Scott.

"Well, that's a pity..." she said with a sigh. She stopped teasing him for a moment and asked, "Why did you come?"

"I have a request, if you would like to hear it," he said.

"By all means..." she said softly, her eyes locked with his.

Scott related the situation to her. He spoke of Brittani Rotten, her impending visit, and some of his minor misgivings.

"Hmm?" asked Eloa lightly. "So, you want to show me off as your devoted trophy bride to keep your other potential mate in line?"

The chainsaw noise revved into life once more. Though, no one paid it any mind.

"What? No, I—" began Scott only to be cut off by her happy response. "I'll do it."

He blinked twice then sat up a little despite her delightful weight. "You will?"

She gestured toward the river with her thumb and a grin, "Best proposal I've had all day."

Scott glance over to the red river and the corpses floating slowly down stream. As he looked a few of them disappeared. Whether they sank, or they were dragged down for other purposes he could not say.

"I can see that..." he said evenly.

Eloa offered him a warm smile that turned slightly predatory. "Yes, indeed. I'll happily come to your place... I certainly have a few things to say to this potential mate of yours, after all."

"Ah, well as I said... It will be right around sundown," said Scott. Something about the way that Eloa said the last bit unnerved him. What did she intend to say? This could go quite badly, or incredibly well. What had he unleashed?