"Oh, what have we here?" a feminine voice ran out. Amanda turned and looked to the source just as someone was coming out of the bushes. She held her club out, on her guard. But it was clear that it was useless.
Out of the bushes strode a female orc with pink skin. She was quite plump, with heavy breasts that sat atop a bulging potbelly. She wore a leather top that tightly gripped her breasts, but showed a lot of cleavage. The top was ridden up due to her large belly, showing off her bellybutton. Her only other garment was a pair of leather shorts that struggled to hold her meaty rear.
Her plump face was still that of a pig's except for neon pink hair that was styled in a mohawk. The way she licked the lips on her snout, it was clear she wasn't friendly.
"It looks like a newly born goblin...how lucky for me!" she exclaimed, strongly patting her flabby stomach. "I was just starting to feel peckish."
Amanda weighed her options against this monster. It was clearly stronger than her. After all, she did just start playing. If that thing caught her, she'd be nothing but a meal. There were three ways she could think of handling this.
One would be to attack first in hopes of catching her by surprise. Since she just started, there was a chance that this was a training event for beginners. Not to mention, it could increase her strength.
Next would be to find a way to trick or distract her. Then she could use this opportunity to run away. Doing this, she could escape and increase her dexterity.
Lastly, she could try to talk with this orc. Maybe her intelligence was low. If that was the case, she could convince it to be her friend instead of her predator.
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