AN: I originally intended not to update until Wednesday, but figured that the least I could do was finish the fight scene. So, here you go! Next update is Wednesday, and then it will be weekly. :)

Enjoy!

Chapter 6: The Climax

A brief, but decisive moment of silence passed before the battle began once more. The treed man wasted no time and began to fire the moment his under dressed attackers made a move. Scott held no desire for the fight. He was no blood knight or berserker. A simple man who wanted to the rest of the world to leave him alone, murder was not entrenched in his heart. In truth, he was glad to see that the other girl was alright since even their conversation about his possible murder seemed a bit staged to him.

Despite what many people claimed about gun rights supporters, not everyone who knew how to use a firearm was a trigger happy madman. Scott sincerely wanted nothing more than to be able to defend himself, and to occasionally shoot tasty looking animals for both the thrill of slaughter and for the sake of dinner. What was wrong with that, really?

He was not the sort of man who waited with finger on the trigger while daring someone to make his day. Still, if they wanted to kill him he was left with little choice. A thunderous shotgun blast rang out that hit Anna square in the chest.

The twin-tailed girl was sent flying back as though struck by a giant invisible fist. Scott's eyes widened slightly, once again someone flew through the air while being propelled by far greater force than a shotgun blast generate. Blown away like a beautifully murderous ragdoll, she hit a nearby tree with a hard whump! The moment she did so, her chest plate exploded outward in a scandalous display of breasts and shrapnel. None of the clothing underneath survived the assault. Her impressive feminine architecture bounced free a split-second before her leggings and boots also fell apart as though they were made of confetti.

Scott did his best to avert his male gaze from the sexy ruination of his former opponent. It was quite difficult, really. Anna's expression had gone from mischievous and bitchy, to wide-eyed innocence in a single blow. Confusion welled up in her eyes a moment later, even as her hands began to explore her body. It was not long before her exploring fingers found their way between her thighs. Her surprisingly cute moans echoed a little. Soon she began to pant heavily like an overheated dog. The defeated twin-tailed girl stared at Scott, a mixture of anger and lust in her eyes. "I hate you so much, you bast—" her words cut-off suddenly as a powerful erotic moan erupted from her soft pink lips. "Ahhnnn!"

He coughed once and remembered that he was in the middle of something important. Refocused on the task at hand, he gave no thought to the disturbingly erotic scene of the two naked women speaking hateful and sexy things. He did his best not to pay attention to where Anna had chosen to place her hands. No, this was a life or death struggle. He had to unload on the other three girls for the sake of survival!

Unfortunately for his tormentors, they chose to bring swords and spears to a gun fight. Another shot rang out, and another girl was sent flying back. This time it was the pink haired girl, cerise. Her equally hot pink armor also exploded in a dynamic fashion that revealed her voluptuous form to the world.

"Eeee! So mean, you bully!" cried Cerise before she tried to cover herself with her hands. Her cheeks acquired a rosy glow a moment later and she looked away from him shyly. The battle raged on, so Scott missed what happened with her next. She began to pant a little, and a moment later a disturbingly aroused expression arose upon her face. She bit her lower lip and tweaked her nipple gently. Softly, sweetly, she whimpered, "Why don't you bully me more...?"

The battle was not over, however. While the three defeated girls whimpered and begged for a special kind of mercy, the other two pressed their attack. Before Scott could fire again a red haired girl, wearing what could only be described as a chainmail battle bikini, raced forward and slammed her glowing sword blade against the side of the massive oak.

A tree that survived countless years in the forest was torn asunder, cut clean-through with a single strike. Scott was sent crashing down along with his former forest protector and barely managed to take on a fetal position in and attempt to save himself.

Stunned for a brief instant, and separated from his shotgun, he was soon set upon by the remaining fighters. The red haired swords girl, and her companion the brunette spear maiden, circled Scott briefly before moving in for the kill. So focused on ending the battle that they ignored his weapon, the girls attacked with precision and glee.

He cried out in desperate surprise when he felt the spear slam down against his naked chest. However, to his even greater surprise he felt very little pain. His lightly tattered pants would not say the same thing, if it could talk at all. The fabric of his simple garment was torn asunder by the same strange power that destroyed the equipment of his beautiful foes. It was as though the damage inflicted to his body had been transferred to his clothing in order to spare his life.

"Again!" cried Anna passionately, while furiously stroking her fingers between her thighs. "I want this guy naked!"

"Damn straight," cried Miranda between panted breaths. She the twisted her left nipple slightly and gasped a little. It was time for the climax!

Cerise merely fell sideways while she continued to stroke her aching pussy. Softly, she whimpered cutesy things about mean bullies. At this point she was in her own little world of bliss.

The spear slammed down once more. Another wave of force washed over him. This time his socks and boots were shredded in a dynamic manner. Suddenly, a new sensation arose within him. He began to feel flush, hot, and strangely ready. Ready for what? He was not certain on an intellectual level, but he body knew. Oh, how his body knew!

"Give him one for me," called out Cerise in a soft erotic voice, before she closed one eye and slid her fingers even deeper between her soft feminine folds. "That guy... Uhn..."

The two attackers looked to the other girls then grinned. It had been a fun sort of day after all. However, they forgot one thing. Scott was not one to give up just because they'd stripped him of his dignity and most of his clothing. Their moment of feminine comradery was all the distraction the man needed. His shotgun was just within reach, but he did not have the chance to go for it till now due to how quickly the girls moved. He took the chance provided and hurled his body to the side as hard as he could, and managed to reach his weapon in time to snatch it up.

"Look out!" cried Miranda between joyful sobs.

Spear girl looked down just in time to see her fate blossom before her eyes. A thunderous blast echoed through the forest and she was sent flying back. Her body arched spectacularly in mid-air just before her armor shattered completely. She hit the ground as naked as the day she was born.

Scott retreated a few steps to acquire breathing room. He needed to be certain his next shot hit.

Sword girl gasped loudly then took a step back. "D-don't point that thing at me, you pervert."

"Weren't you just planning to strip me naked?" he asked, "Wait, no. You were going to kill me, right?"

The light shimmered in her eyes for a brief instant then her expression hardened. She would not give in to the fear of battle. They clearly underestimated him, a mere male. She would not do it again, but she also refused to simply surrender.

Eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, she made her move. Glowing sword at the ready, the charged forward intent on ending this in the next strike. A thunderous blast resounded through the clearing. Another set of beautifully crafted armor exploded, leaving its wearer completely vulnerable.

Of course, now there was a problem. He had five naked girls to contend with, but he'd also used a large amount of his ammunition. One-third of his total ammunition was expended in the fight, and he needed to reload. Did he try to hold them at bay? Did he risk attempting to reload while hoping that they wouldn't realize that they could strike back? One chance to make the right decision, but what was it?

"Fine! You win this time!" cried Anna. "We'll kick your ass next time, though!"

"Who says you get a next time?" asked Scott curiously, before squatting down to grab one of the magazines that were dropped when the girls made his pants explode. "You wanted to kill me, right?"

She glared at him hotly. "Killing people is illegal! We just wanted to scare you a little, because you're a jerk."

"I didn't do a damn thing to you, but I'm the jerk?" he asked curiously. "You're the ones who attacked me, you know."

"Please don't kill us..." said the pink haired girl. She bit her lower lip and whimpered slightly while stroking her slit. "Why am I so horny?"

Scott was at a loss for words. Each of the girls simply sat, or even continued to lie where they fell, and masturbated in one form or another while whimpering about their defeat. What sort of perverted place was this? For that matter, even without the stimulation that he currently witnessed, he was more than a little excited himself. He was basically left wearing nothing but tattered underwear at this point, so his masculine arousal was quite obvious.

"D-don't point that thing at me!" cried the spear wielder while staring at Scott's barely clothed schween.

"Point it this way," panted the red head a split-second before she slapped a hand to her mouth. Her eyes went wide and she shook her head furiously. She did not meant to say that, at all.

"Dammit," muttered Scott. He had no issue with shooting someone when they attacked him, but even after what they'd done he found it incredibly hard to spend more ammunition to kill five masturbating warrior women. If he tried to fight them hand-to-hand, he was sure he'd lose. So, that was his choice.

Did he spend another third of his precious ammunition to kill girls who were obviously defeated, or did he try diplomacy? He'd ask them to give him some of their stuff, but clearly they possessed nothing now. There might be things back at their camp, but that was a long walk and they outnumbered him. All it would take was a few missed shots and a fist to the face then end his new life.

"Get your sexy asses out of here before you end up married to me," snapped Scott. It was a half-joking command, but the girls took it seriously. Their eyes widened comically upon hearing those fateful words.

After a brief moment of disbelief, their twin-tailed leader rose to her feet. "How dare you defeat us like this, you pervert!" cried Anna loudly but with little semblance of sincerity.

Scott smiled at her in a predatory manner. It was that moment that his underwear chose to give in to fate. The last shreds of its life faded and the tattered cloth broke apart. Its defeated remnants fluttered to the ground in a final farewell.

A little knowledge of the local customs surfaced within his memory. "Leave now, or you girls won't be wearing white when we get hitched..."

They blinked in unison then slowly looked down to his rampaging hard-on. Slightly horrified expressions crossed their faces, though the red haired girl looked briefly intrigued, and Cerise bit her lower lip a little.

"Retreat!" cried Anna in an embarrassed high-pitched tone of voice. Her arousal leaked down her thighs even as she did her best to stem the tide.

The naked girls hopped up as best they could and immediately staggered off into the woods back to where they came from. It was slow going for most of them as they could barely keep their hands away from their aching lady business. The pink haired girl cried out, "Ai-eee!" as she ran. "I wanna wear white when we get married!"

Scott stood there for a moment and watched as the naked girls fled for their possible virginity. He doubted many, or any, of them were really virgins but they seemed to want to play the part. Their bouncy backsides kept his attention for quite some time, but once they were out of sight he sighed loudly and shook his head. "Now what?"

Lost in the woods with nothing but a raging boner to point the way, he was in quite the predicament. Scott experienced a hard, ridiculous start to his adventure, but such was life. Now he needed to figure out how to survive in this ridiculous world.

He glanced down at his schween, "Well, fella. Lead daddy to the promised land."

Strangely, his hips shifted toward the still fleeing girls. "Bad stiffy! No."

His next choice of direction would take a moment to choose. Either way, he eyed the weapons lying on the ground. He'd lost the booty but kept the loot. "Not bad..."