“Battle Tactic 4!” Drystan called out, and the men switched from bsters to hand-to-hand combat.

  Good choice, Linhart thought respecting Drystan’s level headed thinking. Tactic 4 calls for removing the armor of your enemy, which reduces their fighting effectiveness. By stripping them of their protection, the wizard’s troops were more likely to panic and flee.

  Linhart raced away, though the feed of messages through the short-wave made it clear that the Tanks were being mobbed by three or four enemies each. With their Force Armor, the students were still able to maneuver their arms and legs, though, and many of them were registering success.

  “These girls can’t do shit. I can hardly feel their pitiful attacks!”

  “Grab them by the neck and yank on the breastpte. It just pops right off.”

  “Gods be damned! These enemy troops have beautiful bodies. Do we really have to kill them?”

  “Nah, once you remove their energy pack they are basically harmless. I wish I could squeeze these tits through the Force Armor.”

  Drystan interrupted, “Follow orders and dispatch the enemy on sight.”

  “Some of these girls I’ve seen before. I saw them when I was a freshman. They were all senior students at the Academy back then!”

  “No way! How did they fall in with the wizards?”

  Voices were all talking over one another now, and they were getting garbled as the distance between them grew. Meanwhile, Linhart noted that Drystan and the two girls had stuck with him on his beeline to the wizard tower. Some of the enemies were still pursuing them, though they could not close the distance.

  “Keep moving,” Drystan commanded, as he struck a gorgeous red-headed girl soundly in the face with the butt of his bstgun. “You have to reach the tower with that payload.”

  Then, a burst of strange energy struck the shoulder ptes of Drystan, shorting out his Force Armor just long enough for him to stumble and fall. The enemy was using Electricity!

  Drystan went silent. With that Electric shock he had become vulnerable and Linhart saw the enemy pounce on and disarm him. The rabid women began to choke, scratch and constrain him from all directions as his Force Armor was stripped from his body. The wizard’s troops all appear to be graceful young girls, and many looked not much older than himself. Linhart, Tonya, and Serapha bounded away, while the st of their pursuers mobbed Drystan. Even a couple that had been disarmed and stripped of their own armor. The sight of Drystan being dogpiled by gorgeous half-naked girls simultaneously sparked fear and arousal within Linhart. His dick started to harden as he imagined what sensations his fellow students must be feeling at this time.

  Linhart clutched his beltpouch and peeked inside; its contents glowed like an iridescent pearl. He had been selected for the task of delivering the catalyst, even though he had no special talents and a mediocre score at best. It still didn’t make sense to Linhart, but his commander insisted that he had been hand-picked for this mission by the Oracle herself.

  Drawing closer to the wizard tower, Linhart saw the open road ended at a pair of tall metal gates, barring his progress. That is until Serapha dropped down to one knee, bringing the hand-cannon to her shoulder.

  “Open sesame,” she sang as a rocket-shaped explosive shot out of the end and hit the solid gates dead center. A cloud of smoke filled the air, then quickly cleared. Linhart saw that both doors were twisted and broken off their hinges now, giving them enough room to dash into the yard that surrounded the huge tower complex ahead of them.

  Tonya sprinted ahead of him like the spearhead of their assault. She dove through the jagged opening and rolled away from a surprise attack directly on the other side, all in one fluid motion. Linhart could now see that the yard was guarded by a huge woman, at least seven feet in height.

  The woman wore a short pid skirt and a ragged white sash, clearly a remnant of a student uniform. The torn garment showed off her well-proportioned body with toned muscles and six-pack abs. Tonya's powerful legs looked like twigs compared to this woman’s amazonian glory. Her ample boobs were barely concealed by the sash that crisscrossed her torso and her butt stuck out like a shelf of rounded flesh. She looked amazing, but the look that she shot at Linhart showed she did not appreciate his appraising eyes.

  “Carriers of the Sky Father’s seed, I am Lay. I will stop you from entering this blessed tower.” She intoned, swinging a shock-sword like a fsh of steely death at Tonya. Tonya backed out of range just in time and then immediately leapt upwards, in a wondrous show of strength and sexiness, wrapping her legs around Lay’s head and neck. This appeared to catch Lay off-guard as she swung about in a circle trying to shake the smaller girl loose. Tonya’s long blond hair whipped in a wide arc, but her legs remained locked. Her crotch appears to be pressed right up to the huge woman’s nose.

  “Stop staring at the girls, you pervert,” Serapha caught up again and grabbed Linhart by the arm. “Let’s bst open the front entrance of the tower and you get in there.”

  On a whim, Linhart drew his bstgun and fired at the giant girl’s beautiful bare mid-section. He actually hit her dead center, but she didn’t seem to register any pain. Indeed, Tonya’s leghold seemed to be doing much more damage than Linhart ever could.

  Running halfway across the tower yard, Serapha stopped by a gnarled bckened tree, dropping to her knee once again. Time slowed down and two things happened almost as one. First, the hand-cannon ball exploded upon the entrance to the wizard tower, but not a scratch was made. Serapha cursed and spat, but then she turned to him in shock. Secondly, Linhart was suddenly overcome by a piercing pain. He looked back now, to see the broken body of Tonya strewn across the pavement, her neck bent at an unnatural angle.

  The pain was coming from his groin. Lay towered over him, a wild grin on her face, and it was clear that she had thrust her shock-sword straight into his pelvis. Grabbing at the sword with his free hand, he managed to extract himself. Linhart fell backwards, sensing the blood loss would send him to oblivion at any moment, but something else caught his eye. The vial of precious liquid within his leather satchel had been shattered, and the white catalyst spread across his warm, fresh wound.

  As Linhart felt the pain overtaking him, he turned to Serapha, who had caught his head in her p just before it hit the ground. She leaned over him, pressing down on his wound tightly, but from her expression, Linhart knew there was nothing she could do to help.

  “I- I regret ever getting into this mess. I- I- If only I could remember,” he pleaded, “I’d do better next time.” His consciousness faded. “I- I- I’ll show her who is boss. N- N- Never again be useless in battle.” The pain was excruciating. “S- S- Show those meatheads that I’m a man.” And then he was gone.

  Linhart’s vision faded to bck and all sounds became muffled noises. His shattered hips and pelvis ached so badly that he was paralyzed with pain.

  “I guess I’m dead.” A thought drifted through his mind. “My one regret is that I died a virgin.” Wait a minute, he didn’t really feel regret. He felt quite accepting of the whole situation. “I guess this is my life now?” He was still frozen, what was left of his dick radiated extreme compints. “Is it going to hurt like this for all eternity?”

  Gradually, after what could have been hours or minutes, or maybe even a day, Linhart felt his body returning to normal. His eyes began to focus and the pain retreated, becoming like a memory of an old injury. Linhart breathed a sigh of relief, blinking into a midday sun. Then he froze again, this time in confusion.

  He was in a crowd of moving bodies, climbing a wide tree covered hill that was very familiar to Linhart. He was back at the Nexus Academy.