Betty heard a woman screaming and the sound of shattering glass coming from down the hall. Following his new instincts, he ran to the action. He saw a woman dressed in some kind of robes crouching while a giant sabre-toothed tiger loomed over her. Without thinking the mighty barbarian leaped onto the cat and plunged his sword between its shoulderblades. He held on in the creature's death-throes one hand on the sword-hilt while the other arm choked the big animal's throat.
The triumphant barbarian stood over the dead body of his foe, exulting. Memories of the victories of the fighters Betty had played in fantasy role-playing campaigns flooded his mind. But this was a million times better because it was real. The woman gazed at him in awe. "My name's uh, Linda, now, and I'm a priestess of Aphrodite, now, I guess. Thank you for saving my life. If there's any way I can show my gratitude." Linda glanced at Betty's loincloth. "It looks like there is!" The priestess and the barbarian began to disrobe.