Abi

Abi, was a warrior that despite his pride, he had to admit she outpaced his own martial skill. Broad shouldered and muscular, her femineity was undiminished with her easy smile and gentle demeanor. Standing head-to-head with him, she enjoyed an athletic build, with modest breasts usually hidden beneath a slightly exaggerated breastplate. She kept her black hair in a loose side-pony tail. She was clearly not from this region of the world, but Clay could never place it. Her face remained unscarred, she liked to wear eye-shadow and lip-stick like it was war-paint.
She and Rose were something of an item. When Clay had asked her about it once, she said "It makes sense, but we both know what it is", and after that he only got eye-rolls and playful arm-punches when he pressed it further.

In combat, she was more than capable with most military weapons. Spears, short swords, maces, and flails in conjunction with a shield and heavy armor. She was an odd fit to devote herself to Aphrodite. She claimed her father was a soldier, and taught her his craft, but her mother taught her to wage for peace instead of war. Less familiar with the broader skill-sets of a soldier, with no talent for standing watch, building fortifications, or formation, she relied on her allies to help take up the slack, and focuses on more defense to support them in return.
With his blessing upon her, she can move easily with her heavy armor, and seems nearly invulnerable to physical harm. Its when she grapples when the blessing sees its true strength, as shes able to apply the great strength with the careful measure it requires, with the strength of 5 men. She seems the least effected mentally by the blessing, and if anything seems more attentive and helpful. But magic resistance bottomed out as well as her weakness to poisons or similar biological agents from her boosted metabolism. Which is generally protected by her additional armor, but things happen.

In bed Abi was... in a word, greedy. Less concerned about getting him off, she sought her own orgasms like they were water in a desert. Usually needing 2 or even 3 before she could really feel satisfied. She wasn't inconsiderate in her pursuit, but she kept her priorities all the same. To aid that however, she was the most blunt, guiding, and encouraging to help Clay along. Clay couldn't help but notice she had a mild fetish for sex outdoors and in front of others. Clay had caught her searching for Rose more than once. On the couple occasions where Clay had more than just satisfied her, he was surprised to find a much softer and affectionate side to her that stayed in his bed the whole night.

When Abi first arrived, she was immediately invited to join his physical training, which naturally led to them sparring. While Clay was good enough to give Abi a workout and keep her sharp, her experience and training out-weighed his, only winning 2 out of 10 bouts with the wooden sticks they trained with. Abi took the longest to sleep with Clay. It wasn't until after they had trained together for weeks and finished a grueling regime when Clay took the incentive and approached her, offering to eat her out. She took him on it gamely, and soon Clay was between her thighs putting every lesson he had learned out of training the priestess had drilled into him. After her first orgasm and nearly suffocating in her thighs, he was surprised as she leaned against the wall and invited him to go again, as she strummed her own clit in time. He was a little ashamed her endurance out-paced his own as she claimed his seed, but she instructed him to help her over the second crest with his hand and lips on her chest, finally reaching her second peak. Praising him she finally kissed him before leaving him there winded. Since then, she'd regularly visit him every couple of days for satisfaction, but more often she'd ambush him when they were in town with a hand under the table or pull aside into an ally. She had never gone down on him yet. but Clay felt confident she would if he asked.