'Talking' It Out

Before we managed to depart from the Arena, a certain spindly grey skinned woman danced to our side, wrapping her arms around Aethisia's as she pushed herself deep into my daughters side, her cheeks dark as she spoke, her voice slightly shaky with need.

"Aethisia~? Don't tell me you forgot about me~? You promised you'd use me as your personal cum rag tonight~?"

I raised a brow as I glanced back at Jiru, the grey skinned woman staring up at Aethisia with lusty eyes as she clung to her side.

Though, while she was certainly fixated on primarily Aethisia, Jiru blushed as she looked towards Rhefia next, her eyelashes fluttering as she added "Miss Rhefia, if you want to join us, I certainly wouldn't be opposed... Being dominated by strong~ women like yourselves would really get me going..."

Chuckling, my wife glanced at me before shrugging, saying "Maybe I will. Your voice'll probably sound great when your screaming out my name."

Jiru shuddered, and she leaned closer to Aethisia, her cheeks darkening further.

Camara chuckled as well, stepping forwards with a gentle smile as she said "Jiru, do take good care of my wife tonight, alright~? She can be rather... demanding."

The dancer stiffened for a moment, glancing up at Aethisia in confusion before looking towards Camara.

"Aren't you two... siblings?"

"We are. Dama, we still need to visit the temple don't we?"

Hearing Aethisia's words, Rhefia nodded, only to growl softly as Sari chimed in, her voice filled with mirth as she said "Oh we do~! Isn't that right, Rhefia~?"

Glancing at Sari, I shook my head a little at her provocative words, before sighing as Rhefia glared down at the Catkin.

"We - as in, my daughter and I - will be going, but not you."

Sari giggled at that, before glancing at me as she said "No, I think I will be going."

Rhefia growled again, only to sigh as she gestured for everyone to follow behind her, leading us back to Rowala Park.

"Sari... you and I need to spar. Now. You're starting to piss me off with all your talk."

"And you're rather grating as well, trying to keep me away from my kit. Especially when the mother of said kit has made it clear she wants me around."

They both glanced at me as we walked through the street, and Rhefia sighed as she said "That's what this spar is for, Sari. If you're some... posturing whelp, then you're unfit for this family. I won't accept some weakling acting like they own the place... Besides, once I beat it into that head of yours that I'm stronger, maybe you'll be a little more tolerable."

Sari snorted, her yellow eyes flicking off of me as she looked towards Rhefia, saying "You think I got the rank of Captain by posturing? Hilarious."

The walk back to the park was slightly tense, and Jiru seemed rather frightened by the barbs the two were trading as we walked, her grey eyes flickering between the two as she clung to Aethisia.

Returning to the carriage, I gathered the Geri and sat in the middle of the sea of fluff, watching as everyone else sat nearby, watching as Rhefia grabbed her real spear and strode back out into the open.

The grass field around us provided more than enough space for them to spar, and Sari nodded to herself as she drew her sword, twirling the blade a few times as she watched Rhefia.

"First to three then? Same as standard dueling rules?"

Rhefia nodded, gripping the haft of her heavy spear as she focused herself on the Catkin, who stood ramrod straight, her tail swishing silently behind her.

Raising her sword, Sari brought the blade to her lips and kissed the flat side, muttering something to herself before shouting "Astra, countdown please. We'll begin on your signal."

Nodding, I watched as Sari twisted her body slightly, leaning forwards on her right side.

"Three..."

Rhefia lifted her spear, the broad tip pointed towards Sari's armored chest.

"Two..."

Sari twisted her blade and swished it down, holding it loosely by her side as she stared at Rhefia with narrowed eyes.

"One..."

Both took a deep breath, focused intently on the other as they strained their muscles, waiting for the signal.

Gulping, I bit my cheek before shouting "Begin!", watching in fascination as they both shot forwards like arrows out of a bow, their speed incredible.

Sparks flew as Sari blocked a thrust from Rhefia, redirecting her spear to the side slamming her palm into Rhefia's abdomen.

For her credit, Rhefia barely flinched at the blow as she allowed the sword to redirect her spear, using the momentum to attack with the butt of the spear.

Ducking under the blow, Sari crouched before launching herself into Rhefia's chest, bringing her blade up and leaving a knick on her cheek, smirking as she said "One zero. Me."

Taking a few steps back, Rhefia reached up and stroked her cheek, staring at the blood on her fingers before raising a brow.

"Again."

Dashing forwards, Rhefia lanced her spear towards Sari's chest, watching as the Catkin stepped aside and smirked.

I gasped as Rhefia managed to control her spear enough to feint the thrust and switch to a slash instead, which Sari barely managed to block with a grunt.

Flicking the spear away, Sari frowned as she tried to trap the spear against the earth, only to have Rhefia yank her spear backwards before lancing it forwards again.

The heavy tip scored a cut alongside Sari's upper arm, and the thin cut began to weep blood as Rhefia pulled her spear back, smirking at the Catkin.

"One to one."

Chuckling, Sari gently brushed the wound with her fingers before flicking the blood away, staring at Rhefia with a grin.

"We done holding back then? Let's see what you got, Deerkin... Again!"

Rhefia grinned back at Sari as she began to chant something, the Catkin's voice flowing through the air as she started to use magic.