>They're here.
>The monstergirls arrived a week ago, with portals opening all over the planet.
>Town after town fell to their advance.
>The statistics were horrific - the number of single men among the population had fallen 50% already with no signs of slowing.
>Now they had arrived in my town.
>I could hear them approaching - there was screaming at first, and then… other noises.
>Ahem.
>I can see them at the top of my street.
>A procession of full breasts, swaying hips and fluffy tails.
>A cloud of energy precedes them, like a miasma of lust.
>But I cannot be deterred from my purpose.
>My father is old. My mother cannot fight. My brother is too young.
>I am only a humble boy.
>My father does not own a gun.
>There is only one thing with which I can defend my home.
>Our family sword, Guerrera.
>My family will flee as best they can. I will let them make good their escape.
>I take Guerrera from its place above the mantle and rest it on the table.
>I can hear the mamono drawing closer. The air is thick with their energy.
>I don my father's amulet and mutter a prayer for God's protection.
>I am ready.
>Guerrera sits motionless on the table.
>The mamono energy haze seems to intensify. A bead of nervous sweat rolls down my brow.
>Guerrera does not look ready - still covered with dust, and a little rusty.
>I will not die with a sword that does not look its best.
>I think I still have some time before the mamono are at my door.
>Using the tablecloth, I carefully wipe the dust off of Guerrera.
>I hurry to my father's toolshed and bring back some sandpaper. I carefully clean Guerrera's blade, cleansing her of rust.
>I rip my mother's best scarf and wrap the silk gently around Guerrera's crossguard.
>I lovingly etch Guerrera's name into her fuller.
>They are almost here.
>Time for the finishing touch.
>From the drawer in the mantle below where Guerrera rested, I retrieve a pot of oil.
>I slather Guerrera with it. Long, gentle strokes all along her blade, until she shines.
>I run a trembling finger along her edge. Razor sharp, yet she doesn't cut me. It's like she wants me to touch her.
>The energy in the air is palpable. It seems to coalesce around Guerrera. She is magnificent.
>I hear a crashing noise from outside.
>I run to look outside the window.
>The mamono are outside. They are invading the houses around mine.
>Curiously, they seem to be ignoring my house.
>"They won't bother us, Anon."
>I whirl around, startled.
>A naked woman reclines on the table, covering herself with the sword. Her black hair coils around the blade. Her eyes, one a flaming orange, transfix me.
>She grins and beckons to me. "Anon…"
>I gulp. "G-Guerrera?"
>Guerrera grins, and as I watch the sword seems to melt in her hand until it becomes a gleaming black gauntlet.
>She leans back and dangles the pot.
>"Anon, aren't you going to… oil the rest of me?"