I was just being realistic. What if I did get killed or badly injured saving this girl? Would she stay safe after that? Or would my sacrifice by in vain? And what about all the other Peggy girls out there in similar situations? I surely couldn't save them all.
It was sound logic, if only the mind mattered. But once the heart got involved, logic became convoluted. Learning more about her just made things worse.
"Rich human with small penis pay much for virgin Peggy cunt," she told me, looking ashamed at her own language. From my experience, cunt was the popular term that these monkey people used for vagina, but it probably wasn't used much in Alora's church.
"So, you'll get raped by some rich guy," I muttered, not meaning to make it sound acceptable.
"There will be a line," she continued. "Price will go down each time. Then I will be a whore. No one will want me after that. My future will be sealed."
Okay, that wasn't making it any easier. "Is that how all prostitutes get started here in TruPort."
"Many," she answered. "But most raped virgins kill themselves before that happens. Especially god-fearing females like me. Either way, my family will be ashamed. Then my sisters will be next. Loffy will be old enough next year."
"Well, shit," I muttered a little too loud. It caught the attention of one of the monkey thugs below.
"Oh, no!" Alora whispered. She was able to understand their language of course. I had accidentally revealed our location.
I tried to peak at the ground below, but it was too late. All three gang members charged the trunk of our tree and left my view. An instant later I saw the first set of knuckles on the half wall beside me. I promptly punched one hand as fast and hard as I could, but the Peggy man was already propelling himself up. My next swing struck him in the face and sent his furry little body into a cartwheel. Unfortunately, he remained on our level.
Then something smacked my left shoulder. The pain was short-lived as my power ice flowed through my body beginning at the point of injury. The next time the guy behind me swung his club, I caught it in one hand and jerked it away from him. He let go but not before the motion placed him dangerously close to me. I punched him in the face, feeling and hearing his jaw cracking at the same time.
The first Peggy then launched himself at my face. While distracted with that mess, I felt the third guy's club strike my knee. My joint buckled, but the way that it was intended to do. No ligament tears. More pain shot up my hamstring before the chill could block it out.
Rolling forward to the floor I slammed down the Peggy man that was clawing at my face. Ribs cracked. When he screamed out in agony, blood spat out and covered his grimacing yellow teeth.
The last remaining healthy attacker then brought his club down on my back. There was something sharp on the end that cut into my skin. I had been rolling to my left as it hit, so instead of a deep puncture, I received a nasty gash across my back.
I scrambled to a crouch which put me about eye level with the hunched over gorilla man. I had dropped the club that I had extracted from the first guy when I rolled on the floor. I couldn't see it anywhere near me. When the final Peggy brought his club up to prepare for a downward strike, I saw the skinny nail projecting out of the end. My own blood dripped from it.
I was as surprised as him when his legs went sideways. Behind him Alora had swung the club that I had lost. Before he could recover she hit him again with it in the head. She didn't have enough strength to do much damage, though. That may be because of her weakened, hungry state. He snapped up quickly and prepared to strike her as his new target with the club above his head. Instead of using her own club with both hands to defend herself, she cowered away prepared to receive what could be a fatal or crippling blow.
Smack! I caught the middle section of the weapon with my hand before it could hit my new friend. Then I punched its wielder in the face. More snapping noises as bones broke.
By then the first two guys had recovered enough to stand up. They were badly injured, but the fight wasn't completely gone out of them. Urban gang mentality, no doubt. Die in battle instead of running from your enemy.
I swung my newly acquired club hard and fast, lodging the sharp end in the side of the first guy's brain. His shocked expression was gripping as I just realized that I killed a man. Not a human, but a man just the same. I really wished that I hadn't needed to do that.
The second guy started screaming, so I darted forward while releasing the weapon instead of prying it from the monkey skull that was headed for the floor. The Peggy was still quite agile and caused me to miss on my first two attempts. Once I got his arm though, I was able to grab him by the neck quickly.
My plan was to strangle the fucker to keep him from screaming and drawing more of his friends. Sadly, I was having trouble controlling my strength. His spine shattered in
