Inner Courtyard

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Dura al-Akram Khalili wrote:Dura chuckled. "What, you a sunflower now?" She then had a serious look on her face... then a flustered expression. "...It hasn't changed. Just in this circumstance I find that if either of us make a move... we'll end up just mortally wounding each other. That wouldn't be fun, it be pathetic." She sighed, still holding the massive blade to his left ribcage.

She then smirked. "Actually... no I'm wrong. There is one way to fix this. I'll show you something awesome before I kill you, so you may wanna fight for real now." The woman says before switching modes. "Speed Focus!" She exclaimed, the large sword in her hand glowing with her armor, in an instant changing forms--

Saren would feel Dura's buckler against the flat of his blade as he came to descend upon her, while her free hand gripped his belt, and in all an instant, she threw Saren through one of the broken walls leading into the courtyard!

Saren's body would fly through the crumbling wall, tumbling into the small oasis that was overgrown and flush with water. Landing in the mud ahead of her, Dura now stepped out... her voluptuous breasts bouncing behind the now skimpier material as she stood with buckler and a shorter sword in the new entryway to the Inner Courts.



She smiled at him. "My weapons and armor are connected as one, Saren." Dura says, slamming the gladius against the buckler in her right arm, with a loud clang. "Impress me, and I will make your final breath a passionate kiss." She says, a little flustered, and then began to advance! Despite looking more armored, she was quicker in agility now, her body casting a slight mirage as she descended upon his position like a heat seeking missile!

Saren was again thrown off his guard, and off his feet... again. It was really feeling like home now... then he hit the mud. Splashing down in water... by the time he rose, to wipe it off his face, his face was back to normal again. Scardians heal well with water after all, didn't matter the quality. Now my face doesn't look like it went through a garbage disposal I can have a look at what the actual hell just happened?

He glanced up to see the Blade Maiden Dura standing in skimpier mail now, which... left very little to the imagination as he watched her pendulums sway:



"So... slipping into something more slinky eh?" He panted, rummaging for his blade in the pool of water, watching the woman double time it to his position! He hated it, but given her increase of speed and the veracity he already experienced with her... he couldn't hold back any longer. He brought the sword into that Blade-Breaker stance again,



-and waited for her to strike!

Within an instant of her swing he looked for a weakness in her gladius's blade... and then struck for it! If he was correct, he'd be able to shatter her blade with his Agate, and cut straight through her weapon!

Saren would get a feel now, how much quicker she was in her Speed focus form, as she canceled her strike, swiftly stepping back to evade the swing of his massive blade when he lunged forwards and countered by swinging her buckler straight across his left jaw! She was frowning, hoping to see him actually fight her, she was getting bored of hitting him like a sword dummy. "Fight, c'mon... fight!!" Dura screamed following her counter with a thrust with her Gladius, if he ignored that she'd run him straight through!

Saren truly did underestimate this woman... he felt a little ashamed of himself for not really seeing it sooner. She moved far more faster now, for a typical human anyway, and that blow to his face sidelined his attack and now she was coming in for a thrust. It was to this... he reflected upon history, and how Wulf of Scardia handled Nagahime Busujima.

He lets go of his sword, stepping towards the woman's thrust, he picks up his speed again, causing the water at their feet to shoot up quickly from the swift and fluid movement. He grabbed her left wrist with his right hand and pulled her across, evading the gladius' keen edge as he leveled his left elbow out and then slammed it into her throat! It was mean, distasteful... but she wanted to know the Scardian way of combat, it was as dirty as it was honorable. He slips aside, and lunges at her from behind, his muscular arms wrapping around her stomach as he then performed a Scardian suplex!



Her head slammed into the muddy water behind him, where he'd wait till she no longer moved or tapped out. Still with his face against the small of her back... her honey scent and squirming motions made him feel uncomfortable. "Stand... down!" He begged, and admittedly...weakened his grip a little.

Saren Titanborn wrote:Saren truly did underestimate this woman... he felt a little ashamed of himself for not really seeing it sooner. She moved far more faster now, for a typical human anyway, and that blow to his face sidelined his attack and now she was coming in for a thrust. It was to this... he reflected upon history, and how Wulf of Scardia handled Nagahime Busujima.

He lets go of his sword, stepping towards the woman's thrust, he picks up his speed again, causing the water at their feet to shoot up quickly from the swift and fluid movement. He grabbed her left wrist with his right hand and pulled her across, evading the gladius' keen edge as he leveled his left elbow out and then slammed it into her throat! It was mean, distasteful... but she wanted to know the Scardian way of combat, it was as dirty as it was honorable. He slips aside, and lunges at her from behind, his muscular arms wrapping around her stomach as he then performed a Scardian suplex!



Her head slammed into the muddy water behind him, where he'd wait till she no longer moved or tapped out. Still with his face against the small of her back... her honey scent and squirming motions made him feel uncomfortable. "Stand... down!" He begged, and admittedly...weakened his grip a little.

His swift coup de grace was amazing and painful. Her throat had some hardened leather protection, but still that blow ached and made her gasp! Then, he was behind her, arms around her toned, warm stomach, and he launched her into a weird maneuver she never experienced before! Now... her head was under water and mud, already with troubled breathing her mind and body panicked! Can'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathe!! Her mind screamed, as her legs flailed helplessly and her arms splashed in the water, her ears could hardly hear Saren commanding her to stand down.

Stand down... when the battle was this unexpectedly amazing?! If there was one thing she loved most, it was fighting strong opponents. She wasn't going to give up, even in the midst of this panic! She felt around rapidly with the heels of her greaves, finding his hips as she was choking on mud, and was going to lose consciousness pretty quickly. She then pictured his body in her minds eye and... after thinking about it stripped down bare for a moment she went back to task and calculated the position of his Nordic Runes.

She found what she sought, and then with a swift upward and then downward motion-

SLAM!

Saren felt the woman feeling his hips with her boot heels, and he was trying to gage what the hell she was doing before he felt her tapping on his thighs... and then... he could almost feel it! Wide eyed, he thrust's his hips down, his back and head submerged in the water to evade her axe kick to his groin! One dirty move begets another I suppose... He thought, but held her toned stomach tight to keep her from squirming out! He took in a deep breath, resisting the urge to push her off and instead tried to roll her onto her side with him, splashing up muddy water due to their intense struggles!

Saren Titanborn wrote:Saren felt the woman feeling his hips with her boot heels, and he was trying to gage what the hell she was doing before he felt her tapping on his thighs... and then... he could almost feel it! Wide eyed, he thrust's his hips down, his back and head submerged in the water to evade her axe kick to his groin! One dirty move begets another I suppose... He thought, but held her toned stomach tight to keep her from squirming out! He took in a deep breath, resisting the urge to push her off and instead tried to roll her onto her side with him, splashing up muddy water due to their intense struggles!

Dura's head shot up from the water with a loud "HUAAAAH!!" Gasp! She coughed, shaking her muddy face as the air returned to her burning, almost water clogged lungs! She wheezed, and tried to cough up the water when she felt the man's arms around her stomach and tried to push her onto her side, back into the water! She couldn't speak, only cough hoarsely as she denied him the chance and instead forced her weigh on his chest, straddled him and sat down on him! Now giving him a taste of his own medicine, Dura was able to stay above the water and clear her injured throat of water while pinning the Scardian under the water! "*cough*Fucking *cough* hell...!" She spat, wiping mud from her face, adjusting her position, which ended up with her ass upon Saren's face below the surface of the pond. She was back to normal soon enough, and the kicking and flailing of the Scardian beneath her, plus the feeling of his nose poking one of her ass cheeks made her flutter her eyelashes.

"Heh, serves you right down there~" Dura purred, a smile crept upon her face as she swished her ass tauntingly against him, her knees driving into his lower ribs. "Need some air? Kiss. My. Ass!" She taunted, giggling maliciously as she did so. If he got out of this, she'd be impressed... perhaps enough so that if they continued their fight she might be persuaded to let him live!

Dura al-Akram Khalili wrote:

Saren Titanborn wrote:Saren felt the woman feeling his hips with her boot heels, and he was trying to gage what the hell she was doing before he felt her tapping on his thighs... and then... he could almost feel it! Wide eyed, he thrust's his hips down, his back and head submerged in the water to evade her axe kick to his groin! One dirty move begets another I suppose... He thought, but held her toned stomach tight to keep her from squirming out! He took in a deep breath, resisting the urge to push her off and instead tried to roll her onto her side with him, splashing up muddy water due to their intense struggles!

Dura's head shot up from the water with a loud "HUAAAAH!!" Gasp! She coughed, shaking her muddy face as the air returned to her burning, almost water clogged lungs! She wheezed, and tried to cough up the water when she felt the man's arms around her stomach and tried to push her onto her side, back into the water! She couldn't speak, only cough hoarsely as she denied him the chance and instead forced her weigh on his chest, straddled him and sat down on him! Now giving him a taste of his own medicine, Dura was able to stay above the water and clear her injured throat of water while pinning the Scardian under the water! "*cough*Fucking *cough* hell...!" She spat, wiping mud from her face, adjusting her position, which ended up with her ass upon Saren's face below the surface of the pond. She was back to normal soon enough, and the kicking and flailing of the Scardian beneath her, plus the feeling of his nose poking one of her ass cheeks made her flutter her eyelashes.

"Heh, serves you right down there~" Dura purred, a smile crept upon her face as she swished her ass tauntingly against him, her knees driving into his lower ribs. "Need some air? Kiss. My. Ass!" She taunted, giggling maliciously as she did so. If he got out of this, she'd be impressed... perhaps enough so that if they continued their fight she might be persuaded to let him live!

Saren was surprised by the woman's counter, her muscular body easily forcing him into the water now instead, and, he felt something warm, and squishy against his face. He blinked for a moment, but even with her voice warbled and muffled through the barrier of water and the fleshy orbs in his face, he quickly discovered what was pinning him down. ...she's literally sitting on my face! He felt somewhat humiliated by this, and the fact he was running out of air didn't help that the warmth of her ass cheeks were oddly soothing. He tried to pull her off, but couldn't shifting his face side to side brought his lips to her leather clad thong, and had a... rather unchivalrous thought.

He distracted her by nibbling at the thong, whilst his left hand searched about for his sunken blade... and when he felt his fingers around the shaft of the grip, he turned his head- Sorry lass...!

CHOMP!

He bit down on her inner right side ass cheek! There was naught much in the way he could do save drown otherwise, and whilst she screamed he yanked the greatsword up, with more force given he was aiming to slam the flat of the blade against the side of her head but the water resistance slowed the speed of his swing! The blade surfaced above the shallow pond and the blunt, flat surface of the sword came down upon Dura's head like a fly swatter!

Saren Titanborn wrote:

Dura al-Akram Khalili wrote:

Saren Titanborn wrote:Saren felt the woman feeling his hips with her boot heels, and he was trying to gage what the hell she was doing before he felt her tapping on his thighs... and then... he could almost feel it! Wide eyed, he thrust's his hips down, his back and head submerged in the water to evade her axe kick to his groin! One dirty move begets another I suppose... He thought, but held her toned stomach tight to keep her from squirming out! He took in a deep breath, resisting the urge to push her off and instead tried to roll her onto her side with him, splashing up muddy water due to their intense struggles!

Dura's head shot up from the water with a loud "HUAAAAH!!" Gasp! She coughed, shaking her muddy face as the air returned to her burning, almost water clogged lungs! She wheezed, and tried to cough up the water when she felt the man's arms around her stomach and tried to push her onto her side, back into the water! She couldn't speak, only cough hoarsely as she denied him the chance and instead forced her weigh on his chest, straddled him and sat down on him! Now giving him a taste of his own medicine, Dura was able to stay above the water and clear her injured throat of water while pinning the Scardian under the water! "*cough*Fucking *cough* hell...!" She spat, wiping mud from her face, adjusting her position, which ended up with her ass upon Saren's face below the surface of the pond. She was back to normal soon enough, and the kicking and flailing of the Scardian beneath her, plus the feeling of his nose poking one of her ass cheeks made her flutter her eyelashes.

"Heh, serves you right down there~" Dura purred, a smile crept upon her face as she swished her ass tauntingly against him, her knees driving into his lower ribs. "Need some air? Kiss. My. Ass!" She taunted, giggling maliciously as she did so. If he got out of this, she'd be impressed... perhaps enough so that if they continued their fight she might be persuaded to let him live!

Saren was surprised by the woman's counter, her muscular body easily forcing him into the water now instead, and, he felt something warm, and squishy against his face. He blinked for a moment, but even with her voice warbled and muffled through the barrier of water and the fleshy orbs in his face, he quickly discovered what was pinning him down. ...she's literally sitting on my face! He felt somewhat humiliated by this, and the fact he was running out of air didn't help that the warmth of her ass cheeks were oddly soothing. He tried to pull her off, but couldn't shifting his face side to side brought his lips to her leather clad thong, and had a... rather unchivalrous thought.

He distracted her by nibbling at the thong, whilst his left hand searched about for his sunken blade... and when he felt his fingers around the shaft of the grip, he turned his head- Sorry lass...!

CHOMP!

He bit down on her inner right side ass cheek! There was naught much in the way he could do save drown otherwise, and whilst she screamed he yanked the greatsword up, with more force given he was aiming to slam the flat of the blade against the side of her head but the water resistance slowed the speed of his swing! The blade surfaced above the shallow pond and the blunt, flat surface of the sword came down upon Dura's head like a fly swatter!

The warrior continued to giggle maliciously before... she felt his lips...! "Haaaah!" She blushed, her hands pushing against his stomach tightly, hands balled up into tight fists as she felt a ticklish, pleasurable sensation arising from her nethers! "Haa, yo-you can't do that...!! T-that is not kissing...!! Haahhh aaahhh....!!" She moaned, flustered, closing her eyes, unable to look at the men of her caravan who... observed her erotic moaning as equally embarrassing for their best warrior. "D-dooo, ooooh, you have no shame?!" She gasped, before suddenly...

CHOMP!

"HaaaahhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!!" She shrieked in pain! "THAT IS NOT KISSING EITHER!!" She shrieked, feeling the man's teeth sinking into the tender flesh of her ass, causing her to bring the buckler clad arm down to his groin- and like Saren, the water resistance dampened the strike! "YOU FUCKING BIT M-" She managed before the splash to her left cut her off. She saw it for a split second, the blade's flat side approaching... and the fact she was unable to parry nor block given her hands were busy... she could only watch as it fell upon her!

BONK!

"-Eeep~" Dura squeaked. The warrior's vision went white as the heavy blade hit her head, the small squeak replaying with the animation of her head being hit by the blade from multiple angles for the other raiders observing the dual. She could hear them yell out 'Boss!' before her vision went from white to black...

The dizzy warrior swayed side to side, her golden eyes rolling back as she fell sideways into the water with a splash!

Saren felt something pound his lucky charms around the point he struck the woman! He did not bite down harder, resisting to do so despite the uncontrollable and throbbing pain to his testicals. Gods... that... hurt....! He squirmed, and soon, the firm pressure on his face and chest were removed as the woman fell to the right of him, splashing into the water. He instinctively shot up his torso, gasping for air! "PHWAAAHH!!!! AGh...HAH...Gah...!" He gasped, eyes bulging with visible red lines. "Why... my... fucking... balls?!" He gasped, turning to her, as she lay face down in the pond, air bubbles rising around her head! Quickly he grabbed her bikini strap, and yanked her up into his curled right arm as he used his buster blade to pull himself back to his feet! Water flooded out of their clothes, splashing around the pool as he stood up and then tossed the woman onto the mosaic tile that lined the edge of the pool, only her knees draping into the pond now. He leaned on his blade's pommel with both hands on it, his wet hair draped over his scarred face... his wounds healing thanks to the water and his heritage.

"Hah... hah... sorry... Red..." he coughed. "If we come across one another again... I'll buy yah... a steak... ugh.." he groaned, hobbling with his sword as a cane towards the water's edge. He could see Red's allies were... not so thrilled with this outcome. "Tsk.." he hissed, scowling. "No honor among thieves... huh? So you're not going to let me go, even though I defeated your champion?!" He spat, leaning back and forth on the blade. I don't know how much more I can take... Red here seriously kicked the crap out of me, I'm doing my best not to pass out! He thought, but knew he had to at least buy his allies more time to flee. "Fine...-




-I'll take you all on...!"

Saren Titanborn wrote:Saren felt something pound his lucky charms around the point he struck the woman! He did not bite down harder, resisting to do so despite the uncontrollable and throbbing pain to his testicals. Gods... that... hurt....! He squirmed, and soon, the firm pressure on his face and chest were removed as the woman fell to the right of him, splashing into the water. He instinctively shot up his torso, gasping for air! "PHWAAAHH!!!! AGh...HAH...Gah...!" He gasped, eyes bulging with visible red lines. "Why... my... fucking... balls?!" He gasped, turning to her, as she lay face down in the pond, air bubbles rising around her head! Quickly he grabbed her bikini strap, and yanked her up into his curled right arm as he used his buster blade to pull himself back to his feet! Water flooded out of their clothes, splashing around the pool as he stood up and then tossed the woman onto the mosaic tile that lined the edge of the pool, only her knees draping into the pond now. He leaned on his blade's pommel with both hands on it, his wet hair draped over his scarred face... his wounds healing thanks to the water and his heritage.

"Hah... hah... sorry... Red..." he coughed. "If we come across one another again... I'll buy yah... a steak... ugh.." he groaned, hobbling with his sword as a cane towards the water's edge. He could see Red's allies were... not so thrilled with this outcome. "Tsk.." he hissed, scowling. "No honor among thieves... huh? So you're not going to let me go, even though I defeated your champion?!" He spat, leaning back and forth on the blade. I don't know how much more I can take... Red here seriously kicked the crap out of me, I'm doing my best not to pass out! He thought, but knew he had to at least buy his allies more time to flee. "Fine...-




-I'll take you all on...!"

I can't... can't... let it end this... way...!

Splash... splash... splash... The water rippled and Saren found himself turning to where he left Dura. The woman was back on her feet, her body limply hanging over. Her jiggly frame shifted side to side as she drunkenly staggered for the Scardian, mumbling softly: "It... it's not over..."

Splash... splash...

"Y-you... haven't.... beaten me..." Dura paused, slowly raising her chest, her golden eyes were hazy and it was clear the woman was barely conscious herself- but still able to stand! "...not....YET!!!!" she screamed as she rushed him with the last ounce of her willpower left! She was so swift, the water seemed to jet around her body as she sprinted to him, her weapons glowing- shifting into two different forms that lacked any appearance yet! The Bikini Mail she wore seemed to... adapt, and was forging new weapons, abilities, armour to wear thanks to this enlightening battle with the Scardian mercenary. "Heeeeeee-" she screamed, grabbing a hold of his sword, causing it to glow like her armour- her naked body jiggling but obscured by the bright light as the Mail continued to forge something new entirely! "-yaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"She swung her right, glowing fist into Saren's chest, her speed and force launching them both out of the pool and against one of the courtyard's obelisks! The force caused the sandstone art piece to crack, and force air out of Saren's lungs!

She continued to hold Saren's blade... then her hand went limp, and she fell into his chest as they both slumped in front of the pillar. Dura couldn't keep her eyes open and finally passed out, and on top of the Scardian.

Dura al-Akram Khalili wrote:

Saren Titanborn wrote:Saren felt something pound his lucky charms around the point he struck the woman! He did not bite down harder, resisting to do so despite the uncontrollable and throbbing pain to his testicals. Gods... that... hurt....! He squirmed, and soon, the firm pressure on his face and chest were removed as the woman fell to the right of him, splashing into the water. He instinctively shot up his torso, gasping for air! "PHWAAAHH!!!! AGh...HAH...Gah...!" He gasped, eyes bulging with visible red lines. "Why... my... fucking... balls?!" He gasped, turning to her, as she lay face down in the pond, air bubbles rising around her head! Quickly he grabbed her bikini strap, and yanked her up into his curled right arm as he used his buster blade to pull himself back to his feet! Water flooded out of their clothes, splashing around the pool as he stood up and then tossed the woman onto the mosaic tile that lined the edge of the pool, only her knees draping into the pond now. He leaned on his blade's pommel with both hands on it, his wet hair draped over his scarred face... his wounds healing thanks to the water and his heritage.

"Hah... hah... sorry... Red..." he coughed. "If we come across one another again... I'll buy yah... a steak... ugh.." he groaned, hobbling with his sword as a cane towards the water's edge. He could see Red's allies were... not so thrilled with this outcome. "Tsk.." he hissed, scowling. "No honor among thieves... huh? So you're not going to let me go, even though I defeated your champion?!" He spat, leaning back and forth on the blade. I don't know how much more I can take... Red here seriously kicked the crap out of me, I'm doing my best not to pass out! He thought, but knew he had to at least buy his allies more time to flee. "Fine...-




-I'll take you all on...!"

I can't... can't... let it end this... way...!

Splash... splash... splash... The water rippled and Saren found himself turning to where he left Dura. The woman was back on her feet, her body limply hanging over. Her jiggly frame shifted side to side as she drunkenly staggered for the Scardian, mumbling softly: "It... it's not over..."

Splash... splash...

"Y-you... haven't.... beaten me..." Dura paused, slowly raising her chest, her golden eyes were hazy and it was clear the woman was barely conscious herself- but still able to stand! "...not....YET!!!!" she screamed as she rushed him with the last ounce of her willpower left! She was so swift, the water seemed to jet around her body as she sprinted to him, her weapons glowing- shifting into two different forms that lacked any appearance yet! The Bikini Mail she wore seemed to... adapt, and was forging new weapons, abilities, armour to wear thanks to this enlightening battle with the Scardian mercenary. "Heeeeeee-" she screamed, grabbing a hold of his sword, causing it to glow like her armour- her naked body jiggling but obscured by the bright light as the Mail continued to forge something new entirely! "-yaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"She swung her right, glowing fist into Saren's chest, her speed and force launching them both out of the pool and against one of the courtyard's obelisks! The force caused the sandstone art piece to crack, and force air out of Saren's lungs!

She continued to hold Saren's blade... then her hand went limp, and she fell into his chest as they both slumped in front of the pillar. Dura couldn't keep her eyes open and finally passed out, and on top of the Scardian.

"No way... how are you STILL STANDING?!" The man could do nothing for the approaching train which was this crimson haired warrior, and he was confused by her glowing clothing which seemed to also engulf his sword as she cleared the distance between them in seconds! The blow to his chest carried them both to a pillar, namely his back slamming into it first! "UGHAA---!!" He gasped, eyes wide, mouth agape! His vision began to waver, becoming white as he slumped down the obelisk, legs spread. He saw the world around him get foggier as his consciousness began to slip away... the sight of the red haired maiden leaning against his chest the last thing he saw before he passed out... his mind thinking to the Samurai Kid, the Elf, the blond thief, the scholar... his mates. "Flee... my friends... my time... is up... ughh..." he mumbled, groaning before his head bobbed forwards and he passed out from the stress and incurred injuries.

Dura's clothing finally materialized... but it wasn't an outfit she, nor any from her caravan had seen before... it seemed to be a mix of her Sentinel and Speed Focus forms... but also, had traits of the man she was laying on, as did the massive buster style great sword laying across her back...:




Both warriors were unconscious, and thus Dura's men made their way over and collected the fallen warrior. Given they were not ordered to act on their own will in regards to the fate of Saren Titanborn, they took him as well. By the time they had resealed the ancient ruins of Abdel's citadel, they realized the Scardian's allies had all vanished. There was nothing else that could be done here, so the band of Raiders returned to their caravan in the Domescadian wastelands...

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