Draw your sword.

As Sebastian draws ever closer you slowly and quietly draw the thin blade from it’s sheath. He stops roughly 12’ from you and looks you over taking you in. “I must admit I much prefer what I have made you from what you first looked like when we met in that lab. To think my cock had such an effect on you.”

You want to scream at him in protest but in your head you know he is right, if he hadn’t fucked you so masterfully you would never have become what you are now. “You **** me you scum. Do not think I will let that go unpunished.”

He lets out a little laugh and smiles, “Really, can you **** the willing. I look at the beautiful woman before me and have to wonder where your gratitude is. Also do not forget the last time we tangled, I am faster and stronger than you.”

“You, faster, the first time we met I was protecting a device for a client you were supposed to guard and I seem to remember leaving with it unscathed. The second time we met you had me tied with all my enhancements disabled and yet I still live. This time you have no backup I can see and I believe this meeting shall be our last.”

“If you truly wish to dance I would be happy to oblige.” He smiles reaches behind his head and in a blur of motion draws his familiar long double bladed sword standing legs spread wide, knees slightly bent, the tails of his suit coat flapping softly in the night air. The cacophony of noise surrounding the two of you as you reveal your new slender sword is deafening. The crowd obviously reading the malice in both of your faces presses to part and a ring of people start to gather forming a makeshift arena for the two of you some 15’ in diameter. “Are you sure you want to do this.” He asks with teeth clenched.

“Die.” You shout and fly at him in a blur of motion. He meets your heavy downward strike with his blade and sparks fly as the two vibrating works of art hum loudly pressing against each other. However neither blade wavers as you drive against him. You twist as you fall back and with a back flip you both dodge his horizontal strike and cause him to fall back as well to avoid a kick to his face. You land with the grace of a cat on the balls of your feet dropping to your haunches this time only a hairs breath below his next powerful sweeping strike. You thrust up but he twists right and you do not catch a single thread of the front of his clothes. He slaps your hand away and drives his blade down into the ground as you flip to the side with impossible grace and speed. The chips of pavement fly into the crowd and a cheer rises up from the masses of people.

Rising to his ready stance again he flips a bit of stone from his blade and extends it to the right as if to appear open. “I see you do much better in a skirt and heels. Perhaps it was good of me to awaken this side of you after all. What is it now? Vixen? Which name do you wish in your epitaph?” This time it is he that acts first. As you rise from your haunches he bursts forward somehow faster than moments ago with a massive thrust. You slap his blade aside with yours and bring yours down to remove his hands at the wrists. However he anticipates this and pivots on the balls of his feet and sends another sweeping horizontal strike meant to cut you in half at the waist. You steel yourself for the blow catching it on your blade. Then dropping to the ground you send his blade up and over you and counter with a back handed slash of your own. This one proves to be almost fast enough and he finally looses a patch of cloth as your slice catches his jacket at his belly and you see a 3” cut across his stomach not quite deep enough to touch flesh. He looks down at the cut and smiles. “This suit cost me more than your life is worth bitch. Now I believe you owe me.” He unleashes a flurry of strikes all of which you parry expertly countering each with a strike of your own. Your swords clang adding noise to the near deafening roar of the crowd that grows ever larger around the two of you. A massive upward slash from him sends you back again flipping away from him and you land with one hand on the ground, your right leg bent and the left extended never letting him leave your sight. The separation allows the two of you to take in the bystanders. “Perhaps we should be charging for this show.” He states breathing heavier now, beads of sweat dot his brow but neither of you has been able to draw blood thus far.

“You look like you are slowing, how long can you keep this up?” You ask him knowing full well your boost will not last forever. You rock back to a crouch before propelling yourself at him once again. This time it is you that misjudged your lunge and as your blade slides along the length of his barely missing his torso he is able to catch you with a blow with his left hand that catches you on the shoulder spinning you around. You are able to knock his sword with yours but the impact causes you to spin and fall back against him and for a second you think you are dead as you feel his arm closing around your chest but you bring your sword up nearly disemboweling him and he lets you escape.

“You were almost mine.” He chides as he brings his sword with a massive two handed strike down to cleave your head in half. You block with yours and the impact drives you into the ground. You use your left hand to reinforce your block along the back of the blade and your legs tense and fire you back up to meet his blow with one of yours to throw him off balance. A loud wrenching noise of steel on steel as gears of expert manufacture strain and pop with the powerful impact. You both stare in amazement as you see your thin sword and his fused together ruined. Neither of you is willing to let go of the twisted mass of metal and he raises his hand above you to **** you to relinquish your grip using his height advantage against you. This causes your bodies to press against each other and as your sweat drenched faces meet you smile at him and lash out to bite his face. He strikes back with his and you meet each biting the others lip. Gnashing like wild animals you don’t even realize what is happening till you are locked at the mouth in a passionate kiss.

The kiss ends as suddenly as it began and you hear a mix of groans and cheers from the crowd. You hang there inches off the ground suspended by your broken sword and swing to strike him with your left hand. He catches it easily in his right and holds you there for what seems like an eternity the two of you eyeing each other like wild animals. Finally it is him that brakes the silence. “Let’s get out of here, I have to fuck you.”