Angela

    I won’t say exactly that Angela was the only one that I respected because, obviously, I didn’t respect her. But she was the only one that had any ability that I respected. Fighting is the only talent that a person can specialize in and still get along with. The princess had a sort of authority. But **** was the only true authority. At any rate, it was the only kind that would ever make me bow.
     When I came into her room, Angela was, as I half expecting, practicing moves with a knife. I smiled. An idea had struck me.
    “Hello,” I said.
    She looked at me, slightly startled. “What do you want?”


 “You’re doing pretty well slashing at that air. Do you want an opponent?”
She shrugged and arced a knife at me. I caught it in the air. “Let’s do this.” 
 The two of us circled around each for a few seconds. I faked a lunge to throw her off balance. She made no reaction. Finally, the two of us went at each other. A few seconds later, I had her knife at my throat.
“Impressive,” I said. Actually, it was. I had planned to lose the first few bouts, but I certainly hadn’t planned to lose it that quickly.
Soon, she had it there again. “You’re not trying, are you?”

 I shook my head.
“Not really. Do you want to see me try?”
“I should expect that when we actually get to fighting our enemies will be trying.”
“They also won’t be as good as me.”

 “Let’s see it.”
The next bout took about twenty seconds. But at the end of it, I had her turned around prepared to cut her throat.

 “Nicely done,” she said.
“Say,” I said. “Care to throw some stakes on the matter?”

 “I don’t have anything on me.”

 “Actually, that’s exactly what I was going to mention.”

 With one judicious move, I cut down her front, slicing her shirt in half and ripping it off. She spun around to me. Naturally, she was too much of a hunter to wear anything underneath it. Her two well formed breasts were absolutely revealed.
“I am going to kill you,” she snarled.
“I’d love to see you try.”
It was only about a minute and a half before she was entirely naked. She looked at me with me a look of absolute. And yet, judging by the color of her cheeks, I could tell that it was mixed with genuine womanly embarassment.
“You bastard!”

 Taken over by a predictable rage, she made one final charge at me. And then, after a brief clash, I was sitting on top of her, my knife under her chin. I smiled.
“I guess I win. And since you’re not wearing anything else, I guess I’ll have to take something else, huh?”