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The comment about the bedpost made me turn around to look at her again with interest. Yeah, wow, the large post was still wet, and it looked about the size of a pop can, and it was wet for about a foot down!

"Well, at least I know you are a man for sure!" the black-haired Demon said, but then looked at my lack of shorts that I had left in the back alley.

The girl jumped up from her bed, and rushed over to me, and started to examine my now erect cock.

"Don\'t you think that you should be paying attention to the thing that is trying to kill you?" A growling voice said from behind me as a purple hand snatched me out of the house.

I was hauled away from the girl that had fallen back as it happened and then brought up to the Behemoth\'s disgusting grinning face. Even with the Pine-Sol smell, being this close to the creature\'s mouth was less than a pleasant experience.

The creature was trying to squeeze me, but it was like trying to squeeze a rock because my temper was reigniting. The short talk with the girl had slightly cooled down, but getting interrupted in the middle of my cock rating was the last straw.

"Where are you? I heard you were some big old chicken shit that would be too scared to fight me. Mex wasn\'t wrong, and I found it hard to believe that someone like Mex could even fight his way out of a wet paper bag!" I said with a laugh, and I could tell that the creature was trying to squeeze me harder.

"That weakling?!" Neft roared, and I snapped my hand forward to slap him on the end of the nose, sending his head sideways.

"Hardly the answer to the single question that I just asked you. Where are you?" I asked and then slapped massive snot again before he could speak.

"I haven\'t even spoken yet!" The Behemoth roared, and I raised my hand to mock another slap, and he finally pulled his hand from his face.

That was about the time that I had become tired of smelling the rotting hand clamping me. I flexed and pushed my arms out to the side.

I became more annoyed as that only made the smell worse as I fell to the ground with rotten finger parts raining down around me. The force I had used tore them off the dead hand, but now I had some of the nasty shit on me.

The Behemoth swung at me and jumped back some, but into a shadow. I threw my arms up and braced against another purple fist that was trying to crush me into the ground.

[There are more of them coming, so I don\'t know what you need to do with this power, but you need to do it now!]

\'Like I don\'t know that already!\'

I grunted and pushed up, forcing the fist back up, and I spun around as the other mangle-handed Behemoth charged me. I kicked at the heel of the one I had just knocked off balance and then jumped to the room as it fell.

I didn\'t spare a second as I started to burst forward, skipping across the roof, looking for some thick smoke from a stone-built smiths shop. I could see the Behemoths now, but sets of armor started to climb up to the roofs.

[To you left, I think that is your best bet]

I looked and then sprinted at the stone chimney that was coming off of a small shop that had a sign with an anvil on it. Classic.

I spared no time and just hurled myself at the roof, smashing through the red tile. I crashed down and miraculously landed in a straw pile; I must have a horseshoe up my ass today!

"What are you doing in my shop, you little… what in demon seed is wrong with your skin? Did someone attack you with Strip Sealer Sap Wax Strips like the crazy women use?? I hear the ladies-"

The man was a small dark blue demon male with an apron, but I could see the black stains on his legs. That had really hit everyone good, but now was not the time for this, or we were both going to die.

"Big weapon, now! Here to kill Neft, so give me something that can take a beating!" I shouted as I got up and cut him off.

"Neft? Kill him? Not bad, but I have heard better excuses for assisted robbery, but sure, here!" The little Demon said as he turned.

The man paused for a brief second as he quickly scanned the wall filled with weapons of all shapes and sizes. I could hear and feel the pounding getting closer, but it was frustrating that I could sense them anymore.

"Here! Take that black and red rod if you can lift it up, hehe," the little Demon suggested with a chuckle.

I looked at the rod in question, and it was about three inches in diameter, but it had carved a handle at the end that was only two inches thick. The thing looked like a black pole with red cracks, and I moved off and picked it up without a problem.

I heard choking, and I turned quickly to see what was going on with the little Demon. The man was choking, but his eyes were on the weapon I was holding.

"H-How?!" Was all the man could utter before the damaged roof I had come sailing through was torn off the Smiths shop.

"What are you doing with my Dread Ore Axe?!" The growling voice of a Behemoth asked, and I turned to face the massive ugly purple bear.

"This? I said, looking at the weapon that was clearly a bat at the very least, but not an ax.

"You use magic on it to change its shape, but none has even been able to lift it but Dao, and he struggles!" The little man squeaked, and I heard him scurry back from me.

"Shut it, Clarence! I am already sending the Nether Knights to deal with you!" Neft roared, but he had a bad habit of getting in people\'s faces.

"You want it?" I asked and then tossed the bat into the air.