Big Sis vs Bandits

The wind howled like a grieving spirit across Bustia’s Frostspire Tundra, biting at any exposed skin it could find.

Lira Solfrost didn’t flinch though. She’d long since numbed to the cold, her breath steady as smoke as she crouched behind a drift of snow.

Ahead, a Snowdeer gazed, its ivory coat shimmering faintly under the weak winter sun.

Four blue *opalescent eyes* scanned the plains, and its antlers—crystalline fractals of colored ice—glowed with an inner light, casting prismatic shards across the snow.

*Sacred,* Lira thought. Her people rarely hunted the creatures unless starvation loomed. But winter this year has been cruel.

And her twin’s, *Kaela,* cough was worsening…

She knocked an arrow, the crystal tip humming as she channeled a whisper of Hexx into it. Frost spiraled up the shaft.

*One clean shot. Through the heart.*

The Snowdeer lifted its head, antlers flaring brighter, becoming red—a warning.

Lira froze but it was already too late.

A net of iron chains erupted from the snow, ensnaring the creature. It shrieked, a sound like cracking glaciers, as four burly figures lunged from hidden trenches.

“Damn bandits.” Lira’s jaw tightened. They wore scavenged armor, faces wrapped in scarred furs, and their blades gleamed with greed.

“Easy prize!” one barked, yanking the net. “Just like I said it would be!” The snowdeer thrashed, its antlers sparking as they struck the ground.

“Careful, idiot!” another snapped. “Snap those antlers off clean—they’re worth more than your human skull. They crumble and you’ll be glueing them together with your tongue.”

Lira’s fingers trembled on her bowstring. *Let them take it. Walk away. No fights. No risks.*

But then the largest bandit—a hulking half orc with a rusted axe and chipped tusks—stomped on the Snowdeer’s neck, pinning it as his comrade sawed at its antlers. The creature’s cry pierced the air, and the glow in its antlers flickered, dimming.

Something in Lira’s patterned tattoos flared *Silver.*

*Thwip!*

Her frost arrow struck the axe-wielder’s thigh. The crystal tip detonated in a burst of frost, encasing his entire leg in ice.

“Ughhh!!!” He screamed, toppling off the creature's neck. The others whirled, but Lira was already moving. She’d sheathed her bow and drawn Dawnstrike and Duskrend, the twin *Sai’s* blazing like captured starlight.

*“My hunt!”* she snarled.

The first bandit—tall, curly black beard with large goggles to protect his eyes—lunged with a jagged dagger aimed for her ribs. Lira pivoted, driving a kick into his temple. He crumpled, spinning as his vision went dark anyway, making her follow up kick a devastating surprise.

*CRUNCH!*

Throwing her entire hip into her right foot she forced her furred boot between his legs to slam into his freezing testes.

At first he thought a mistake had been made. No way would this *gorgeous* tribe woman aim for his sacred sack…but she did.

And she wasn’t done yet.

“Ohhh fuck!” He squeals and drops face first into the snow as the second man, shorter than the others due to him being a dwarf, swung an enchanted chain with a burning symbol on the end.

“Back off! This is our catch!” He yells, whipping it back around as she kicks off to the side. But it didn’t matter. Ducking low again she slashes Duskrend upward to sever the links, causing the enchanted end to burn a small puddle wherever it lands.

“Oi! That was an expensive chain bitch!

The snowdeer writhed, its antlers now cracked and bleeding liquid light. Lira’s chest burned. She could hear her mother’s voice as the creature whined for it’s life.

*“You are the storm.”*

A blade grazed her cheek—hot, then cold. She tasted blood. The dwarf bandit grinned, rotten teeth bared as he flipped his backup weapon.

“Pretty face for a corpse—”

Her left foot wasn’t as strong as her right but it still did the job as she replicated the same front kick to his smaller but more durable testicles. Lira felt her tattoos pulse as she grinded the Dwarf’s scrunched up sack further into his pelvis to make him regret being a man.

“UHH! ME BALLS!?”

He gasped in horror as Lira slid to one knee and her elbow snapped into his throat! Gagging his screams just as she felt it then—the *pull* of raw Hexx energy surrounding her. The electric current in her veins. Time stuttered as Silver Sparks coiled around her fist.

**CRACK!!!**

The punch lit the air like a sizzling comet. His jaw shattered, the force hurling him into his last comrade who was frozen still. Both collapsed, the snow around them steaming where the *Sparks Of Silver* had struck.

Lira stood heaving, her tattoos pulsing, the numbness already creeping into her fingertips.

*Hexxburn…*

The snowdeer watched her, one eye milk-white with pain. Slowly, Lira knelt, slicing the net with Dawnstrike.

“Go,” she whispered. The creature staggered, antlers sputtering, before vanishing into the blizzard.

“F-F-Fuck you l-l-lady! We caught it f-fair and square.” The half orc groaned, slowly lifting himself back up on his good leg—his other still a sculpture of ice.

“Tell your thieving lords the Frostspire isn’t theirs to pick clean,” Lira said, flashing her sharp canines. “Or next time, we won’t be so kind and let y’all walk away.”

The half-orc’s eyes narrowed, the pupils shrinking to pinpricks. He hefted his axe, his teeth bared in a snarl.

“I’ll crush your skull, you dumb broad!” He roared, charging at her.

Big mistake. The half-orc’s charge was sloppy, fueled by rage rather than strategy.

Lira, still feeling the rush of the Hexx sparks crackling in her numb veins, knew she had to end this quickly.

“Okay…but don’t cry when I pop your nuts.”

She sprinted towards the hulking bandit, her legs feeling light as the snow kicked up. As the angry piece of masculine meat raised his axe for a swing that could cleave her in two, she ducked low, her muscles coiling like a spring.

The silver in her tattoos grew brighter, and she swung her leg in a powerful arc, slamming her thick thigh and boney knee into his boiling hot orcballs.

Unfortunately…even these *huge cum tanks* didn’t stand a chance against the snow warriors feminine fight style. His plans for fatherhood was ruined as both fist size orb deformed with a sickening—

*Cruuuuunch!!!*

*Mm, perfect hit.* Lira felt her cheeks redden as the impact sent the massive man reeling back, eyes bulging with pain and surprise at his sudden castration.

Guess he should have taken her warning seriously.

“Nooo! Oh nooo y-y-you DIDNT! MY BALLSSS! You Crushed My Balls!!!”

The half orc’s bellow echoed across the tundra as he writhed in the snow, clutching his ruined manhood. The pain was so intense it overrode his fury, his face contorting in sobbing disbelief and agony.

Lira watched with a grim satisfaction in her eyes. She’d made her point. But she didn’t revel in his misery for long.

“Don’t come back or I’ll *break* everyone else’s balls.”

She wipes the trickle of blood running down her cheek with her thumb and walks away.

“That’s a promise…”

— - —

Back at the clan’s outpost, Kaela Solfrost waited, her breath fogging the ice mirror she used for scrying.

She sensed a fresh cut gleaming on her sister’s cheek when she walked in and pulled her hood down to reveal their shared dark brown hair.

They both had a few stray braids coiled within their brown curls but only Lira had marks of a warrior.

“You used the Sparks today.” Kaela said, not looking up.

“Ran into scum while hunting. Scared them off. They’ll heal…” Lira muttered, tossing a stolen bandit coin-purse onto the table.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Silence hung, heavy as the snow outside their cabin. Then Kaela sighed, slowly standing up from her wooden chair to walk to Lira.

Without Kaela’s circular glasses and frail limbs and Lira’s eyebrow and nose scars, they looked exactly alike. It was almost uncanny, seeing the same sad eyes within two very different people.

Tracing the cut with a frost-nipped finger, Kaela’s touch was cold but the wound sealed instantly, leaving only a silver scar.

“The Hexxstorms grows stronger sister. You’re going to get sick if you don’t bundle up better,” she whispered.

Lira couldn’t help but smirk. “You say that every time I come back with bruises and not enough fur and food for everyone. But here we are, aren’t we?”

Her eyes rolled in a playful manner as she stepped closer to the roaring fireplace, peeling off layers of her fur-lined garments.

The warmth washed over her and she reveled in the feeling of the heat soaking into her skin. A brief reprieve from the Hexxburn that still lingered in her muscles…arcane abilities she still didn’t trust entirely.

“Your stubbornness will get you in trouble one day Lira. It’s one thing to not listen to me but don’t ignore what your body tells you too…” Kaela’s wise words reminded Lira of their mother.

*It’s been a year since mom…* The thought stops as she see’s Kaela sit back down and return to her reading.

It wasn’t just the warmth that made Lira feel alive again, it was the sight of her sister being safe. The scholarly twin with her nose buried in their mother’s arcane journals, her frail fingers tracing over ancient runes.

As the fireplace’s flames licked at Lira’s feet, her body was outlined like a map of battles won and lost. Each scar a story of survival etched into her tanned flesh. The tapestry of her past painted against her dark bandages, though practical, had the unintentional effect of pressing her large breasts against her chest.

Giving her a figure that was both intimidating and alluring.

“…one of the guys I ran into today. I used the frost arrow you made on him. He never saw it coming.”

Kaela’s eyes snapped up from the journal with excitement flitting across her pale features. She always enjoyed hearing the tales of Lira’s escapades, especially when it involved the new tactics she’d come up with for their mother’s old weapons.

It was their little secret. The way Lira brought the excitement of the outside world into their insular existence.

“Shut up. You did?! Tell me what happened, please?”

Kaela’s eyes were alight with a sickly pallor that had settled on her cheeks. Her coughs grew more insistent, a harsh reminder of the toll her studies took on her fragile health.

“It was a big one. Uglier than that last troll we saw at the summer feast.” Lira said, trying to keep her voice light as she peeled off her gloves. “Could barely see his eyes for the rage in them. But your frost arrow did the trick. Froze his leg up and kept himself wide open for me to crush his green orc balls *reallly* good.”

“A-An orc’s balls?! S-Seriously?” Kaela blushed softly and her twin caught the naughty jolt that crossed through her mind.

“Mhm. And I bet you, he’s probably still icing his jewels back at their camp, wondering if he can get a witch doctor to seal them back up.”

Lira’s smirk grew wider as she watched Kaela’s cheeks darken, her eyes flickering down to her chest. The fabric of her sister’s furred robe tented slightly, hinting at the two hardened peaks beneath.

“…y-you’re so mean Lira. You know you’re strong enough to t-take guys down without going for their…ahems.”

Kaela’s face flushed, a rare sight that made Lira laugh despite the hunger they both still ignored.

“True but where's the fun in that? You got a knack for making enemies rethink their choices with your *arcane mind* tricks sis, but come on. Who needs spells when you have a knee that can turn a man’s future into a sad, empty cavern?”

Lira’s grin grew as she sailed the last part of her sentence with a playful wink. Kaela giggled, her cheeks rosy with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. Despite their differences in strength and temperament, the bond between the sisters remained unshaken.

“D-Did you…bust all of their n-nuts?”

Kaela’s hushed giggle was music to Lira’s ears. It had been too long since they’d had a moment like this—just the two of them, sharing stories and laughs.

“Not all of them, no. When I’d hit that *White Flash* it knocked one guy into another. I didn’t get to his nuts but he saw what I did to the others…he’ll make sure the warning gets out.”

Kaela’s little laughter turned into a coughing fit, her body convulsing. Lira’s smile faded instantly, crossing the room to her side.

“It’s okay. Just breathe.” She gently rubbed Kaela’s back, whispering words of comfort until the fit passed.

“Sorry,” Kaela wheezed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I shouldn’t laugh so much. It’s just—your stories are so...”

“Violent and uncensored?” Lira finished, a teasing glint in her eyes as she handed her sister a cup of steaming herbal tea.

Kaela took a sip, the warmth soothing her raw throat. “Well, they are true to your...style.”

“Good. Because it’s the only style I got.”

As the twins shared a quiet chuckle, the shadows grew longer, stretching out like inky fingers from the corners of the room until finally, it was time for bed. All while somewhere, far beyond the tundra, thunder rolled—a sound too deep, too *hungry*, for any fading winter…