First Battle!?

Or so Mera imagined, thrown against a wall by Celia's kick, cracking the wall, before runes repaired the damage within moments.

"So exciting, fight! Fight!"

"Ahhhh"

"Celia's so violent, as expected from a filthy beastman!"

Mera was about to fight back when professor regina entered. The cheering girls instantly silenced. She gazed towards Mera and Celia, ready to draw her sword.

"Alright! Stop it! Celia, calm down. It's forbidden to draw weapons within the school! And new girl! Stop gloating at Celia. You're both going to explain to me what happened later." With a thud, she kicked Celia on her ass, sending her flying into the wall beside Mera, once again damaging the poor wall.

"All right, class. Now that we're done with the two bitches in heat, it's time for us to conduct the first combat training class to test your compatibility together."

Regina took the class outside towards training room number one. It was filled with wooden floors, having an eastern feel. Many weapons lay upon the walls.

"Oi, Casanova. There are several weapons inside the training room. Don't worry if you can't use them, that's what trainings for. I'm free every night for you." Regina said with a seductive wink.

Alistair was excited about trying magic during combat, walking over towards the shelf containing various weapons.

Regina's warm breath blew against his neck as she said from beside him. "You can choose any type."

Alistair liked most weapons, unsure of what to choose. Then seeing a pair of runic gauntlets drawing him towards them like a marionette. He took them into his arms, their sheer weight forcing his arms downwards.

He read their brief introduction, saying that once mana filled with mana, their weight normalises. As his arms entered inside, greeted by cold steel, his arms jolted slightly as he connected his mana to the gauntlets.

"Ugh, they feel so nice!"

[Detected Combat Equipment]

[Load Combat Unit: Yes or No?]

'Yes,' Alistair thought. Extremely curious to what this combat unit entailed.

[Processing]

[1%]

[18%]

[...]

[Complete!]

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[Name: Alistair Crowley (Stage 1)]

[Class: None]

[Level 3]

[Health: 105/105]

[Mana: 130/130]

Attributes:

Strength: 2

Agility: 2

Vigor: 2

Intellect: 6

Charm: 8

Free points: 0

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[Unique Talents]

[Beast Queen's blessing (SS)] / [Beast king Evolution (SS)] / [Beast King Form (Rank 1)] /

[Demon Beast (S+)]

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[Spells]

[Ice Claw (D-)] / [Ice lance(C+)]

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[Skills]

[Continuous casting - Ice (B+)] / [Basic Ice manipulation (B-)]

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Alistair noticed the addition of the 'class' selection on his profile, wondering if this was all. The system reading his thoughts replied.

[The combat system aids in managing skills/spells and targeting during combat.]

[Wolf King Form is now usable just by saying the name in your mind.]

[Ice spells can now target multiple enemies when casting multiple spells..]

[Your plans and actions will be transmitted to you women *ahem* witches instantly during combat.]

[Please discover other features yourself with practise!]

Alistair was disappointed, feeling that targeting and managing his spells was part of the experience of being a mage. However decided that overall it was a good thing for him as an amateur, hoping to turn it off later, for the possibility of a life with no system.

[Worry not, host can toggle features as required.]

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"Alistair, Celia, prepare to fight, Luna, and prepare your guardian beast. You will be fight them."

Luna wore a similar uniform to Celia, however it held the golden insignia of the Federation of Estala, meaning she was a noble from Estala. Though accepting the Bestia Union legally, most human nobles still discriminated towards them.

"Yes instructor," Luna said. She seemed extremely militaristic, also hiding a deep hatred towards Celia, maybe beastmen as a whole.

Luna raised her arm, pointing towards Celia, her face filled with disdain. "Let us make a wager, filthy beast!"

Celia looked at Luna, her face still deadpan, wanting to interrogate Alistair about Mera. Her irritation causing her to nod towards the woman.

"Hahaha, when I win, you will give me your guardian for a night!" Luna said.

"Hooooh"

"What!? I'm so jealous of her fighting with them."

"Imagine having him for an entire night..."

Several of the woman began daydreaming of what they would do to him and how they'd dominate him all night. Their dreams ending with an abrupt stop hearing Alistair's response.

"Then if we win, you'll become a bitch obeying my orders, right?"

Luna, not expecting this reply, stood like a deer in headlights. 'What? He wants me that badly? I'm so happy!' Luna thought. The delusion power of this woman was beyond control as her body growing hot from her fantasies.

Luna summoned her Guardian a Crag guard. Standing over two metres tall, a golem's two golden eyes locking onto Celia and Alistair.

It was quite large, its massive hands larger than a man's head. Alistair didn't know how strong this beast was, feeling his defence was higher at the same level.

"All right, you're both ready, right?" Regina stood beside the arena, giving both sides time to prepare fully.

They both nodded. Regina fired a small flare signalling fight starting. Unlike Celia, Luna carried a cane with strange runes carved into the shaft that started glowing.

[Enemy Casting Rock Grab! Please Avoid!]

Alistair heard the warning, transmitted to Celia instantly, thanks to his new abilities. Celia lowered her pose, holding her swords vanishing from sight, flashing beside Luna striking down whilst spinning. Her swords also contained runes along the unsheathed blades, slicing through the air without resistance filled with Celia's wind element.

Alistair held back his desire to rush in first conjuring several lances holding them, waiting for the pristine moment to attack whilst keeping his eyes on Crag guard.

"Surge, murus terrae," Luna said.

Luna didn't take Celia's blow, borrowing the power of her familiar earth mana surrounding her, forming a large earthen shield blocking the entire whirlwind Celia threw at her as it shattered on the last hit. Both girls back off several metres after both initial assaults failed. Everyone who watched, getting excited from the action, start as shards of gravel shot all around Luna.

[System shall begin Combat Scanning !]

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[Crag Guard]

[Level - 4]

[HP: 220/220]

[Weakness: Ice, Water]

[Resistance: Fire, Earth , Wind]

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[Luna Melcior]

[Level - 4]

[HP: 60/70]

[Mana: 60/90]

[Weakness: Ice, Masochism, Gagging]

[Resistance: Earth, Wind]

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"Terebrare, mea hasta glaciei," Alistair said, pretending to chant his spell.

Alistair, feeling his blood rushing, raised his arm towards Luna over seven lances of ice, ready to fire. Luna's Crag Guard detecting danger abandoned its attack towards Celia's rear, blocking Alistair's attack. Several loud impacts sounded as her Crag Guard took all of them, merely blocking with his arms.

[Crag Guard: HP: 100/220]

Beautiful, shining crystals of ice flew in the sky around the crag guard. Luna was about to mock the pair being unable to win when her guardian's arms collapsed onto the ground with a shuddering thud. Luna feeling the backlash of damage caused her next spell to fizzle, shuddering in a daze.

Celia was waiting for this moment with her swords sheathed once more, unable to understand why their link was so strong sending her real time information regarding spell casts and enemy attacks, knowing Alistair was confident in taking down the Crag Guard temporarily she waited for the moment of recoil.

Luna saw the approach of Celia, unable to use any large spell, raised her cane chanting.

"Exsurge scutum terrae!"

The space around Luna contorted, forming an enormous stone wall protecting her once again. She was now breathing significantly harder. Sweat began pouring from her head. The stone wall completely formed.

[Luna Melcior: HP: 60/70 / MP: 20/90]

It collided with the torrent of sword strikes Celia executed, striking , sheathing, slashing , sheathing. A series of Iaido like drawing techniques executed beyond human reflexes, each blow causing the earth wall to crack, a loud booming noise following her lightning like strikes shaving off Celia's mana with each blow.

[Luna Melcior: HP: 30/70]

"Hah... Hah... Hah.."

It didn't take the link for Alistair to know Celia was tired, both in a physical and mental sense. Alistair prepared to end the duel, not wishing to see Celia mocked or use himself like a prostitute. It was by his rules or not at all.

[Celia Estal: MP: 5/40]

'Celia, take a break. I'll handle the rest.' She heard Alistair's thoughts strongly, looking back towards him now shirtless, holding some strange pose with both his arms in front of his face like guards approaching the Crag Guard.

Alistair's muscles bulged filled with veins swinging towards the Crag Guard, slamming into the weakened Crag Guards face with a left hook, causing an explosive sound shattering parts of its face. The rocks shooting towards the crowd as they squealing in excitement.

[Crag Guard: HP:60/220]

Alistair continued to rain blows on the Crag Guard's face-ache blow, smashing it into smaller chunks falling down, his foot stomped on its remaining chest howling into the sky.

Celia, seeing this, jumped backwards, now behind Alistair, taking a breather. Her mind wished for him not to take it too far or get hurt, as his link became unstable and fuzzy.

"Rex omnium luporum." Alistair said inside his mind.

Everyone was wondering what was going to happen. Why was a female witch standing behind a male? It felt extremely embarrassing to watch, guardian beast or not. These thoughts stopped as his shirt disappeared onto the ground, showing his muscular body that seemed to bulk even further as they watched.

"Kyaa!!"

"I'm going to kidnap him. Nobody can stop me!"

"Luna get's to enjoy this later... So envious let's ask her for details tomorrow!"

Regina also felt like that for a moment. Before sensing the change in Alistair, a feral aura began surrounding him. His eyes turned cobalt blue, followed by his hair. Wolf like claws replaced his human fusing the runic gauntlets with his body becoming tattoos causing drastically low temperature surrounding him.

Several of the wolf type guardian beasts began bowing their heads except one dark black wolf titled 'empress' who looked towards Alistair with deep interest and challenge within her eyes.

Alistair felt the surrounding mana. He could turn every element into extreme ice, obeying only him. The ultimate moments of the transformation ending, his height rocketing to two hundred centimetres, chest filled with silvery white fur glistening with snowflakes.

"GRRRRRAA"

Alistair let out a growl, showing long canine teeth. His mind seemed to have lost some cognition, maybe caused by lack of experience. Alister's enormous claws gripping the Crag Guard's remaining shoulders. The poor golem struggled to move but failing as large amounts of extreme ice mana formed at Alistair's open mouth.

[Alistair Crowley (Wolf King): HP:220/220 MP:50/130]

The suction force of the mana was so large it began sapping both Celia and Luna's last reserves, causing them both to their knees.', even Regina, feeling its power, however, lost no mana because of their difference in strength.

"S-stop... Please!? You'll kill my guardian!!" Luna said, with tears in her eyes.

"Alistair! My chest hurts... Please wake up!" Celia said.

"I give up I f-forfeit!"

Alistair's mouth was now filled with a freezing energy ball, amassing more energy from the surroundings. Regina realising he'd likely gone berserk during a combat high flew towards the arena, her swift legs kicking the golem out of danger, hoping to stop the berserk Alistair however a step too late, conjured a flaming wall instantly with several layers using hand sigils empowered by her gauntlets.

[Leaned Skill: Howling Ray (A+)]

Regina felt the sheer power behind this blast. The very atmosphere seemed frozen. The Ice sphere forming more of a beam. Moments after it collided with her shields, the onlookers were blinded with a white flash followed with a boom scream like howl forcing everyone to cover their ears shattering all the training room windows.

It caused such an intense reaction; it scalded Regina's arms even through her gauntlets' protective layers, the extreme ice leaving her arms and shoulders bright pink with light burns, thankfully because of her large resistance to Ice spells. However, this shocked her.

Alistair, still berserk, kept firing the beam from his mouth, exhausting the closely surrounding mana after his own, with one last crack of Regina's barrier the beam ended as he fell to the ground in a massive crater, the training room arena destroyed, with Alistair sleeping with a completely satisfied smile upon his lips; the gauntlets remained as tattoos even as his transformation began reverting.

"He fucking cracked my barriers..." Regina said, taking a deep breath, trying to hold back her excitement by wiping the remainders of ash and charring from her arms before looking at the half naked male on the ground, giving his ass a kick.