The cow grunts, squeezing Lactania’s tits. "What are you tryin' to pull?" She growls. "Stop your sorcery now, you witch!"

"Stop? Sorry, but you gave me all the magical essence I need!" With that, the milk in the cauldron bubbles, foaming and spinning from the magical energy that Lactania emits. Suddenly, the thing shoots off in a pressurized blast, hitting the milk mage squarely in the chest, sending her flying back like a massive milky wrecking ball, flinging the cow upward, and slamming her against the back wall!

The bovine guard groans, slipping out of her grip and falling dazed to the floor. Meanwhile, the rivulets and droplets of milk slink up Lactania's body, slipping into the locking mechanism and working upon the tumblers of her manacles.

The rat coughs and spits, the remnants of the milk in his mouth falling out like little pearls. He snarls and grabs his knife. "Okay, you: the boss said if you weren't playing fair, we should teach you a lesson!"

Lactania's smile grows across her face, and the manacles click, freeing her from her bonds. She stands in a fluid motion, the milk shining as it runs down her buxom form. "Oh, you wish to teach me a lesson?" she asks, licking her lips. "Come on, little man."

The rat's eyes twitch, and he slashes his knife at Lactania.
Lactania steps back, dodging the blade. With a flick of her wrist, she animates a puddle of the milk, turning it into a leash that wraps around his ankle, tugging at him and sending him falling back. With a beckoning gesture, she summons the weapon from his hand, spins around, and throws it, her eyes glowing with magical energy that aids in her aim, sending her weapon true and catching the rat's sleeve. Enchanted by her spell work, the blade digs into the ground, pinning him to the floor.

The cow rubs her head, stumbling, snorting, and putting up her fists. "That's it, you bitch," she snarls. "It's go time!"

With a loud and long lulling grunt, the cow rushes forward, throwing a punch.

Lactania weaves underneath that wayward and dizzy punch, forming magical energy into her fingertips and thrusting her hand forward, that martial move burying against her opponent's armored abs.

"Never fight a magician in a fist-fight," Lactania coos, and from her extended fingertips, she fires off blast after blast of peppering bolts of magic, each of them nothing on their own but an onslaught of many stings with great intensity, doubling over her opponent, making the cow fall forward, grabbing her stomach, and moaning in pain.

"How undignified it is to be unwittingly groped by a brutish bovine such as yourself," Lactania says. "You should know the sanctity of milk. Or, since you are a mammal, do you take the life-giving fluid for granted?"

“F… fuck you…” the cow growls.

"Sorry, love. I only have eyes for one who appreciates me." She says this, stomping a milky puddle. From it forms a massive milky fist. This one launches into the air, uppercutting the cow and sending her sprawling onto her back.

The rat yelps and tries to get his armored sleeve freed from the magical knife but to no avail. He screams and squirms as the naked milk mage approaches him, one hand on her hip and the other hand crackling with magical energy.

"Please… please, oh great Lactania. D-don't hurt me!"

She chuckles slightly, her snake tail swishing back and forth. She lifts her free hand, and all the milk spilled in the room coalesces into a ball, swirling and sloshing. "Now, now, you stole my milk. Of course, I will have to ask for repayment."

"H-how about some information!" he gasps.

"Now, what could I possibly want to know?" the milk mage begins. As she is about to throw the magical sorcerous sphere at his muzzle, her memory flashes with recognition.

She wasn't alone.

"Markus," she whispers, "Where is he?"

The sphere shifts into a spear, pointing at the rat's neck.

The cowardly guard shudders, his whiskers pointing up and his body trembling. "N-n-now th-there's no need to hurt me. I'll tell you! The little blue fella. He's being held here in another chamber. It's down a few floors. You can't miss it!"

The milk mage dismisses the milky weapon, letting it spill over the rat. "Very well. You're lucky I am a woman of my word. You're free to go… if you can free yourself from that enchanted dagger.”

The rat yelps and cries for help, but Lactania steps with her head held high out of the prison chamber, slamming the door shut behind her. Even though she is fully nude, she doesn't let that bother her. If her Markus is in danger, that is all that matters.

	That being said, she does bolt through the hallways of the dungeon, past other chambers where other magical creatures are held captive. Each of them glances up at her, looking for a chance to escape, but those are not her concerns.

As she heads down the stairs, she runs into another guard. This one is a black cat holding a lantern. He yelps when he sees her and reaches for his belt, where he stores his whistle.

The milk mage runs her hand along her tail and whips it, slamming the enchanted thing against the guard's side and knocking him against the wall.

By the time he wakes up, he'll forget everything he sees. That's best, because anyone who would harm Markus is in for quite the surprise.