The Bruntg's disposition seems tranquil, yet menacing.

His solid eyes are devoid of any expression, and the chitinous exoskeleton protecting him makes impossible to determine his emotions.

The appearance alone marks him as a seasoned warrior, confident without being arrogant. Measuring his opponent, not rushing to engage in combat.

He is not guided by basic instincts like the primitive Gnardimgard, nor does he lack profound consciousness, a trait absent in the tribal Kobblins.

A thick curved wooden wand materializes in his hand, while a graphite grey translucent layer envelops his body frame like a fitted bubble. «Needleer». He says, firing a slim shot of burgundy energy, barely larger than a toothpick.

The strike surpasses the speed of sound, embedded in the Cadet's Bodshs like a sort of immaterial dart, emitting constant threads that interfere with their weakened defenses.

Natvasha and Cadrissa swiftly dodge the aggression, although it's evident that Rissa's reflexes and agility far surpasses the Ugly Nydrikoff.

Rounds of Needleers are fired by the Bruntg, forcing the Cadets to advance in a frontal charge, or retort to long-range attacks.

Despite the incoming barrage of shots, Natvasha shortens the distance with her opponent, evading the Needleers to engage in a fencing match against the anthropoid, because the Bruntg changes his grip over the wooden wand, passing from wielding a pistol, to brandish the curved handle of an energy sword.

Cadrissa's approach is brutal and direct, venting her rage, pouring her savageness in a sudden sprint forward.

Under the protection of her buckler reinforced by her Pink Emts, she doesn't need to keep dodging, tackling the Bruntg by charging directly at the energy sword, dispelling the ethereal blade with the initial contact.

Yet, the bashing of her buckler is powerful enough to pop up the energetic grey bubble shielding the Bruntg's limb, sending away the black gauntlet and wooden wand, along shattering the blue chitinous exoskeleton, breaking the forearm, and bending outwards the creature's elbow.

A sordid screech of agony escapes the Bruntg, though it's short lived, silenced by a blow with the edge of Cadrissa's buckler, her Pink Emts functioning as a razor sharp blade, embedding the protective gear in the creature's mouth, eviscerating the head's upper part.

Finally, the gap between the Cadets's skill and experience becomes apparent. Cadrissa is starting the Fourth Round, when the other participants have been replaced, or are still facing off a creature from a previous Round, like Natvasha does, who still fights against the Bruntg in a duel purely based in their sword mastery.

"Haha. Look at her, Vuir". Mocks Seinnissia, pointing at the Ugly Nydrikoff. "She is trying to improve, and polish her Fencing, after losing to me, with the move you taught me".

Recalling my time with Seinnissia, only two moves come to my mind. "Did you spank her?. Or you fuck her in the ass?".

"Wha-What?!". Surprise invades Nissi, then embarrassment. "No, Vurckair!. I'm not as daring as the rest of my relatives!. I wouldn't partake in public debauchery!. And while i'm curious about certain types of genitals. I have no interest in changing my vagina, unless you approve the idea, but only after you take my Virginity".

{What other genitals?. Is there more in this life than cocks and cunts?}.

I'm still processing the meaning of Nissi's words, when Dafvianch speaks up. "I don't understand, Sunderzen. If you want this Vecturion to be your First Mate. Why did you fight in the Coliseum of the Berezovsky Clan to cancel your Engagement?".

Seinnissia struggles to answer, so i do it on her behalf. "It's an elaborate and personal matter, Dafvianch. Don't pry too deep on it".

The Thova nods, and my Ex Fiancée doesn't deviate her loving, longing gaze from me, asking with lingering fear. "You know everything, Vuir?".

"Probably not". I confess. "But i am aware of a good part of the picture".

{Fuck!. I didn't expect to address this topic so openly}.

"Are you mad at me?".

"I am. But was Verulkya's machinations, my own arrogance, indifference and wrong focus, what caused this development. Yet. I can't express how much it affected me your decision. I didn't say «Together» for nothing, Nissi".

"I. I didn't know how to tell you without endangering the Sunderzen House. And, i wanted to feel adequate for a Man like you, Vuir. Will you forgive me, and grant me the opportunity to make amends?".

"I'm still calling you, «Nissi», not Sunderzen, Seinnissia. So don't let this happen again. I do have a soft spot for you. But don't you ever dare to think for an instant that i can't eviscerate the feelings and emotions you awoke in me".

"«Noted, and Engraved», My Lord".

Sensing the resolve of Seinnissia, i test her by sinking my fingers into her mane, my hand gathering her dark wine hair in a tight, high ponytail. "I expect this hairstyle on you from now on, Nissi. Or a handle to tug your head back whenever i decide to delve into your sphincter again".

My Ex Fiancée blushes profusely, nodding meekly, glancing repeatedly to my lips, puffing her's out.

Nissi's need is immense, but if she wants something, she must show her proactive side too, not only her docility.

"Again?". Inquires Dafvianch. "That is why Vecturion suggested you fuck Nydrikova's rectum, Sunderzen?. Because he put his little Zaggrioth genitals in you?".

"You have all wrong, Dafvianch!". Exclaims Nissi with shame, not correcting the Thova about my manhood's size. "The technique Vuir taught me, is about closing the distance to impede the movement of your opponent".

{That's it?!}.

"Nissi, there is no great science behind it, it's just stepping into the action area to hinder your adversary, and it's useless against overwhelming brute force, unless you have extraordinary dexterity and unparalleled agility to avoid being grabbed. Because if the opponent is stronger and not dumb. Once they catch you, they won't let you go until you are dead".

"Your wisdom will be remembered". Says Dafvianch, and Seinnissia ponders to herself about my teachings, combing her hair, tidying the ponytail, and wearing a headband that resembles a tiara of indigo blue metal.

{Nissi loves to remark i own her, and i kinda like this side of her…}.

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