Multiple Climaxes, leading to Victory

With the pleasantries over, Broden and Stephen charged once more. The men around them cheered and as their respective commander pushed back the other. But their cries and jeers went unheard by the combatants. Both men were focused, driven to fight a man they considered a worthy opponent. The forest rang with the sounds of steel on steel, as the pair danced gracefully. Strike, defend, retreat, advance. The speed and ferocity of the attacks changing constantly as both of the seasoned veterans tried to read each move and predict the flow of battle.

Stephen, for the first time in several years, was filled with true joy. He had never met an opponent that could match him in skill. While Broden was slower, his knowledge and skill had allowed him to make up for it and he was predicting Stephen's attacks nearly perfectly. Stephen had joined the Empire when his land had been taken. To keep what freedom he could for his soldiers and their families, he agreed to sell both himself and his men into service. He had fought many hard battles. And this was the first he knew he might lose.

Broden felt almost giddy. This man was a true challenge and if this wasn't a war, he could probably have enjoyed the fight more. Stephen was a man who enjoyed a challenge, but Broden could almost sense that this man didn't want to be attacking the Elves. Their fight was the only good part of his duty. A man who enjoyed combat, but not war. It reminded Broden too much of himself. Stephen was faster than anyone else Broden had fought. His movements were fluid, attacks following each other in precise chains. He was a master of his weapons and speed was his ally. A powerful hit from Broden sent him stumbling back, but he recovered quickly. More so than Broden would have expected, but Broden had already pushed his ****. He slashed downward with one blade while turning Stephen's counter attack with the other. Stephen blocked the attack but his counter slid too close to Broden's shoulder and the blade cut through cloth and skin alike.

Broden quickly put distance between them and glanced at his shoulder. A numbness was already starting to spread from the poisoned wound. He noticed Stephen look at the lightly bleeding cut sadly before shaking his head. The fact that the poison was already working wasn't good. He was confident about his ability to resist the poison and possibly even survive it. But he had to end the fight quickly if he had any hope of doing so. It was time to stop enjoying himself and to take this seriously. He had analyzed Stephen's skills and the way he moved as best he could. With what he knew, victory was still possible.

Lethila cooed happily as Nazil pushed his cock into her soaked pussy. She was hot and tight, making the man groan as he bottomed out and his hips hit her ass. He noted the lack of a hyman, but wasn't too bothered. The fact that he was getting to fuck a princess at all was enough for him. He gave her ass a firm slap before gripping her hips and beginning to pound into her.

Lethila tried to move her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, taking him deep and fucking back to meet him. Her face was buried into a pillow and her hands were clenching the sheets. Nazil wasn't biggest or best lover she had ever had, but he was decent enough for her current needs. She closed her eyes and moaned as she let her imagination fill in where Nazil couldn't. She pictured Broden's strong hands gripping her. Pulling her hair. Ravishing her.

Stephen watched, fascinated as Broden didn't just lay down and die. Instead he changed tactics entirely. He took an odd stance that Stephen had never heard of Orcs using before. It was a favorite of a race of Elves that had died off a long time ago. Their few known techniques were hardly practiced among humans and Elves today, much less by Orcs or the other races. Orc bodies were simply too large and dense for what Broden was attempting.

Broden's stance had his body turned so that he was facing Stephen sideways. He had one arm positioned over his head, the other held out, both with the blades pointing towards Stephen. The Serpent didn't think this gambit would pay off for the Orc, and almost felt bad for him. But he took the unspoken invitation. Stephen twirled his blades and charged. He slashed and found himself hitting nothing but air. Broden had moved faster than Stephen could track and had waited until the last instant.

Stephen barely saw the incoming attack out of the corner of his eye. He raised his blade and was knocked backwards and off balance as Broden's stroke hit harder than ever. Before he could regain his composure, a biting pain shot through his side as one of Broden's short swords cut across his waist. Stephen threw himself backwards in time to avoid Broden's spin, which brough his other sword slashing like a whip. Stephen hadn't though such speed was possible for someone like Broden. This technique should have been beyond him, but he had somehow mastered it. He was using quick steps and spins to make his arms move in faster arcs than normally possible. His footwork was superb and he was able to spin on the balls of his feet to optimize the effects of his sideways slashes.

But that wasn't all. Broden's quick steps allowed him to close distances instantly and his powerful arms were perfect for stabs like the one that had caught Stephen's side. The only reason it hadn't killed him was probably that Broden had just come out of a spin and his aim was off. Broden started to launch another attack, but Stephen dropped his blades, knowing that he was bested. Broden's sword barely stopped before taking off his head.

"Why are you stopping Broden? Kill me. This is your victory. I only ask that you let my men live."

"First answer me this: Why are you fighting the Elves? Do you truly believe in the Empire's goals?"

"No. None of us here do. But we have little choice. Our families are being held. Unless we fight, they will be killed."

"So you want me to kill you and free you from your duty to them?"

"I want you to kill me and make the Empire pay dearly for what they've done."

Broden nodded and slash.

Stephen staggered back, holding a hand to a shallow cut on his neck. He eyed Broden uncertainly.

"What is this Broden?"

"You and your men are dead. The Empire can't control ghosts. So go. Make sure your families are safe. And then return to us so you can make the Empire pay yourselves."

Stephen nodded and with a single order, he and his men headed into the forest. Before leaving Broden's sight, he turned and tossed a vial of clear liquid to the Orc before disappearing into the forest. Broden barely caught it was his numb arm but nodded thanks to where the man had been standing. Broden took the antidote before his legs gave out and he fell to his knees.