Beastly Urges

By the time he returned to the monastery, it was already well past dusk. The sun had set earlier, and if it weren't for his Spatium sense, he might have tripped a dozen times on his way through the dense wood trails.

He didn't bother with the remaining traps he'd set in the morning, and rushed home to avoid getting caught. Sneaking to the back of the chapel where the wall was shorter, he climbed over. Knowing that Anne locked the gate at sunset, he had no choice but to avoid her curfew like a thief.

This didn't serve as much of a trial for the boy. With a well calculated leap, he'd already clambered a meter and a half, before catching the ledge and pushing himself over with practiced ease.

The monastery was split into several enclosed buildings, with a small courtyard in the middle. Facing the South side hills was the chapel. It's where they offered daily prayers and where they had their class lessons. To the left of the main gate was the grand hall, where they ate and convened for games during rainfall.

East towards the shore or on the right was the dormitory. Further away past a small orchard was another iron gate that was usually closed. It led to their storehouse and cellar. That area was prohibited in theory, but he explored everything thoroughly ages ago.

As he made his way past the chapel in his so called stealth mode, his senses were unnaturally active, and registered everything around him. Being caught after curfew would undoubtedly lead into an argument and penalty with which he'd rather not bother, hence he had to return to his room unseen.

It was thanks to this that he caught something with his ears, prompting him to stop and approach the chapel window.

As he leaned in, the voices inside grew somewhat clearer.

"…finally see what's so great about you, bitch!"

"..please don't. Cut it out, or I'll summon the guards tomorrow!"

"Who cares!? I've had enough of you bossing me around…"

'Hm, Sister Bella and… Luca?' he mused softly whilst trying to make sense of the voices.

He shrugged his shoulders and made it past the window. Seeing as the guard dog was busy, he wouldn't overstay his welcome and risk getting caught. It was none of his business.

At least, that was the plan and his usual modus operandi. Yet, just as he made his way past the door, he heard a clash inside, 'A slap? No, too muffled. A fist strike to the abdomen,' he assumed.

Pausing momentarily and wondering why things escalated, he finally weighed down the matter and approached the door, tugging at it only to note it was locked from the inside.

Pursing his lips as he shut out the alarming whimpers and beating from distracting him, he concentrated and worked his magic to use his Materia sense. Quickly finding his way around the lock's structure, he picked it as nimbly as he could and silently pushed the door open.

An appalling display greeted his eyes. The scene was an affront to God, but the father above did not care. Perhaps, it was a firm and cruel denial of his very existence.

Anabella was being pressed down on the altar, her robes torn and veil in disarray. Her black hair lay sprawled like a waterfall whilst a demon hung over her. It was quite picturesque a scene to see in a church. Alas, even with the renaissance in full bloom, Leonardo found it very distasteful.

Too busy taking off his pants and holding down the nun, the demon in question - namely Luca, was none the wiser about the boy watching aghast from the shadows.

Just as the wolf was about to ravish his prey, Leonardo finally made up his mind and pooled his courage into rushing forward without regard. He'd never fought anyone before, and the situation didn't allow for much premeditated action.

Nearly abandoning rationale in favor of base instincts, he let his training over the past 3 years guide him. His muscles answered his call, and he quietly sunk into a heightened state he'd experienced before.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins before he even mustered his full resolve, and he put morality and fear to the back of his mind. It was time to act, not think.

Leaping off the ground and briefly landing atop a nearby bench to gain more height, he used his strongest weapon at hand — his wits. Physically, he found himself wholly inadequate against the larger boy. Luckily, he had a plan.

Driving almost excessive amounts of energy into his right leg, he used his momentum and weight from the fall to strike Luca on the back of his head. He aimed for an instant takedown.

Stomping against his skull and recoiling with an Olympic worthy display of acrobatics, he back flipped and landed naturally on his feet. Still, he found himself short of the desired result.

He was much too scrawny to put his true skill into action, but at least he stunned his foe. Without pausing to give the groaning Luca a chance to recover, he made use of this time to reach him again.

Just as Luca stood to turn around, he slipped to his blind side and formed an open palm — striking it precisely against his liver. A burst of chi ran through his hand and into his opponent's organ, rattling it with immense force.

Luca shrieked in utter agony and lost control over his body after a brief second of delay. Already hurt from the kick, his body was further driven out of sorts by the foreign energy rampaging across his system.

Not deigning to let him make a recovery, Leo punched his right side with force — utterly crushing his floating rib. The boy toppled over in response, too weak to muster any resistance.

Even so, Leonardo struck again in a frenzy. Feeling his fist numbed, he ran around the disoriented boy and just as swiftly struck the other side with an even more powerful kick.

Taking a breather, he assessed the opponent who by now crawled and groaned in misery. Knowing he might recover in a minute or so, he exhaled forcefully and reigned in conscious control over his body. Then, he reached Luca and planted his palms on his skull.

Injecting chi from both sides, he used his Vital Strike to rattle his brain, finally rendering the teen unconscious. Whether it caused brain damage and Luca would end up an idiot was none of his concern at the moment.

He even lamented briefly that he was still too weak to do lethal damage and end his opponent's life. Furthermore, the three strikes almost exhausted half his chi reserves in an instant.

Panting heavily as he adjusted his body, Leonardo finally sat up and looked at the disheveled Anabella, who seemed too shocked to move even now.

The nun's state could only be called a disaster. Her holy image utterly desecrated — clothes torn and in disarray, her pudenta in plain view. Her hands and face were already developing a bruise, seemingly having been struck mercilessly and with great force.

Perhaps she was in too much pain to cover herself, because all she did was sob even as Leonardo stared at her. Incidentally, this wasn't the first time he'd seen her naked in this chapel, but he didn't find this exhibit exciting at all.