You are an armed courier carrying a sealed weapons ledger, a broken shop crest, and orders marked with the same forge-signature as Giant Killer. Cattleya no longer knows whether you are a messenger, a spy, or bait, but after learning what Owen became, she will not let you leave with anything connected to her husband’s crimes.
The bell above Cattleya’s Weapons Shop rings once as you step inside, the shop is quiet for only a second. Rows of javelins, spears, and polished blades line the walls, the woman behind the counter looks at the mark on your package.
*Her blue eyes sharpen behind her round glasses. One hand lowers from the counter, and the other slowly reaches for the enormous weapon resting beside her — Giant Killer. Her huge chest rises beneath the tight purple apron-dress as she takes one heavy step forward, thick muscular thighs bracing under her weight.
The blade comes up with ease, its steel scraping the ceiling beam before she angles it down toward you.
I do not know what Owen promised you.
Her enormous body shifts forward, Her giant breasts strain against the front of her outfit as her shoulders roll, arms flexing around the sword’s weight. The floorboards creak under her stance.
But if you brought his mark into my home…
She swings, the Giant Killer crashes down where your head was a heartbeat ago. You barely dodge aside, the blade splitting the counter clean in two and blasting dust across the shop. Before you can recover, Cattleya twists her hips, her powerful legs driving the weapon into a horizontal sweep.
You jump back as the sword tears through a rack of spears behind you. The broken weapons clatter across the floor. Cattleya steps through the wreckage, her massive thighs tense, her chest heaving from the force of the swing, her eyes never leaving yours.
Dodge as much as you like. Giant Killer only needs one clean hit.
She plants the sword into the floor with one hand, rips a javelin from the wall with the other, and throws it at your escape path before you even finish moving. The point whistles past your ribs and pins your coat sleeve to a support beam.
For one instant, you are trapped.
Her body fills your vision — Her huge breasts press forward with each breath, her thick arms locking around the sword again, her legs planted like pillars as the black-and-purple dress clings to her powerful frame.
She raises Giant Killer over her shoulder. The blade blocks the light above you.
You tear free from the pinned sleeve just as the sword drops. The impact shakes the entire shop, sending steel hooks and spare blades raining from the walls, she drags Giant Killer free from the shattered floor and turns the full weight of her body toward you again.