Sett is training again and gets what he wanted yesterday.

Olaf had been very right with his decision to go on other places than the gym, Sett thought as he entered the sports-area of the mansion. The whole place, Sett had used to train yesterday, was full of green goo. Zac, or at least something shapeless that might be the big, green slime-monster, if he wasn’t spread across the whole gym was standing in the middle of the room. What was left of him was blocking the hits of a small creature with a violet cape and a helmet with blue eyes, who did hit the misshaped creature with a lantern.

Sett watched interested how Jax and Zac both fought, leaning at the door frame. Jax clearly was skilled with his lantern, Sett knew that first hand, and one of his hits and counters would knock out a normal man with ease. But Zac wasn’t a normal man and instead of getting knocked out, he just lost another green blub that splashed across the room and stuck on the punching backs.

“Come on, Zac, you’ll lost so much of you, you need to give up eventually,” Jax laughed as he smacked Zac’s chin so hard, that another blub did split up.

“This fight’s not over until I say so,” Zac replied amused and hit Jax with a fist, he pumped up so quickly that the little master of weapons stumbled back.

“Sorry if I am interrupting!” Sett announced himself loudly over the sound of another part of Zac getting split up from his body. “But I originally planned to train a bit.”

Zac and Jax both stopped their ongoing fight and both waved their hands towards Sett, which looked pretty strange in Zac’s case. His one arm was a lot thicker than his other arm and he didn’t look that much intact as well.

“Sorry, we made quite a mess here,” Zac said cheerfully, not in the least bothering that half of his body was splattered across the whole room. “What time is it?”

“4pm,” Sett said.

“Let’s call it a tie then, shall we?” Zac said to Jax, who laughed and leaned against his lantern.

“Just because it’s you, Zac,” he said and even if Sett didn’t see his face, he could hear him grin. “Better get yourself together, though.”

“One sec!” Zac announced and closed his eyes.

In the next moment all the green goo that was sticking from the walls, the floor and the sports-equipment. Sett watched how every single drop of the blubs went into Zac’s direction and how more and more of it found its host. Zac swelled more and more until he was his usual self, a hulking, permeable giant with a big smile and ridiculously large fists.

“Good to be all of me again,” he said happily and gave Jax a pat on the shoulder. “Next time, Jax.”

“We’ll see, big guy,” Jax said amused, before he looked at Sett. “Are you competing in the tournament, by the way?”

“Sure,” Sett grinned. “And you?”

“Sure!” Zac said and smacked his big paws together excited, but Jax shook his head.

“Why not?” Sett asked surprised. “I thought you were destined to fight in the arena?”

“It won three times in a row with ease,” Jax said with a shrug. “It sounds arrogant, but I was bored of winning. I rather watch you and have fun with smacking the people into the ground that tried to play unfair.”

“He is our security-man,” Zac explained and gave Jax another pat on the shoulder that made him stumble. “You should’ve seen him last year though!”

“What happened?” Sett asked interested.

“Renekton and Sion both got a bit bloodthirsty in the quarter-finals,” Jax explained. “And because we all don’t want an enraged Sion, who needs to be reanimated after his ‘****’, I intervened and stopped Renekton from biting Sion’s head off.”

“It’s the only time, he uses real weapons too,” Zac said and his eyes glowed in amazement. “I always made fun of you, because of your lantern, but last year, I understood why we all are lucky that you didn’t have an hammer in the rift.”

Jax laughed and strolled towards the door. “Well, I hope I don’t need to intervene this year. Hopefully we get another fight like last year with Fiora and Yi, because that was so much fun to watch. See you guys.”

“Bye,” Zac and Sett both said as Jax closed the door behind him.

“Well, when he’s gone,” Zac said to Sett as Jax was gone. “What about you? In the mood for a good old one-on-one?” He ruffled himself up, his upper body looking super muscular, while his legs and everything around his waist stayed slim as a stick.

“Zac, my friend,” Sett said grinning. “You can read minds.”

Yesterday Garen didn’t agreed to his proposal for a good fist-fight and now with Zac, Sett was more than ready to get a fight with someone who could take anything with ease.

“Wonderful!” Zac said and now pumped his fists up, which made his torso smaller once again. “Nothing to hard of course. Just standard punching and blocking.”

“You got it, slimey,” Sett grinned.

“Hope you can handle those,” Zac smiled, staying there in an aggressive stance.

“Hope you can handle me,” Sett grinned and raised his fists as well.

They started their fight and Sett felt more alive than the last time he had trained in here. Yesterday, Evelynn still had control over his mind and body and the sports didn’t help much. Now, with her out of his brain, Sett enjoyed every single second of the little fight against Zac. They danced around each other, both trying to get the upper hand, hitting each other, ducking and blocking the hits from the other. Sett had to admit that Zac was the ideal partner for such a fight, because every hit he made, didn’t hurt him that much, while Zac still hit him with the strength of a human opponent. He was truly the ideal punching-bag, not to mention the fact that his green blubs were splattered across the room, whenever Sett hit him very hard.

Soon the whole room was filled with Zac’s goo and yet he didn’t stop to fight. Sett lost track of time and loved every second of it. Nothing could beat the thrill of a good fight for him, he thought with grim happiness, blocking a very hard hit from Zac with his arms in front of his head. The sweat, the excitement, the rush of adrenaline…nothing was comparable, nothing. Maybe one thing though…

Sett just did hit Zac that hard in the face that he really stumbled away for a second, giving Sett enough time to jump and hit him immediately with his other fist again.

“Ooooh, that was good!” Zac applauded him, while Sett caught his breath again. His gaze fell upon the door and he saw that they weren’t alone anymore. Just like Sett had watched Jax and Zac before, Riven was standing in the doorframe now and looked at him with the slightest hint of a smile on her beautiful face. She wore the exact same clothes from this morning: black leggins and sports-bra that made her look gorgeous. Sett winked at her with a smile, before he turned to Zac again, who recovered from Sett’s hits and smiled at him brightly now too.

“Damn dude, I hope we see each other at the tournament,” he said honestly. “You know how to smack people, that’s for sure.”

“Hope so too, Zac,” Sett said honestly. “You are a great opponent.”

“Oh, hey there, Riven!” Zac said cheerfully, who just noticed Riven at the door. “Sorry, do you want to do your yoga-stuff?”

“No, actually I wanted to see Sett,” Riven said with a smile. “And after I didn’t find him in his room, I figured, he might be here again.”

“Well then, let’s call it a tie too?” Zac asked Sett patronizingly and raised his hand. “We hopefully can do more at the tournament.”

“And if we don’t meet there,” Sett grinned and shook hands with Zac. “We definitely have to do this here again.”

“Absolutely,” Zac nodded eagerly before he closed his eyes again and all the green goo went back to him. “Well, see you soon, guys,” he said as he was fully himself again. “Bye Sett. Riven.”

“Bye, big guy,” Riven said and gave the big guy a hug as he passed her. “Until then.”

Zac closed the door behind him and Sett and Riven were alone now in the room. An awkward silence prevailed for a second, as Sett thought about what happened this morning as the two were alone in here. Riven looked at him with her head tilted to the right and a complete unreadable face.

“Riven…” Sett started, but Riven interrupted him: “If you wanna excuse again, I don’t wanna hear it,” she said seriously. “You know what’s in my mind since I came here and watched you?”

“No?” Sett said carefully.

“I wondered if you would punch me that hard too,” Riven smirked. “You put yourself in my group, Draven told me that.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sett said and scratched his chin. “Right…we were in the same group…”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice that,” Riven snorted amused. “So: will you hit me like you just did hit Zac?”

“I want to win, Riven,” Sett said honestly. “And if you don’t give me a free-win, I’ll hit you.”

“Good,” Riven said and her eyes glowed with anticipation. “I’m looking forward to hit you too.”

“As long as we stay friends after that encounter…” Sett said and bowed his head slightly.

“We’ll see about that,” Riven said soberly, which hit Sett harder in his guts than he thought. A simple ‘sure’ from her, had been much better. She had to be very pissed still, because of what he did.

“Alright,” Sett said and nodded. “Is there anything else, you wanted to say or may I go to the showers.”

“Just one thing,” Riven said and opened the door for Sett. “I just remind you to be in my room after diner.”

“Right,” Sett said and as he passed Riven, he felt the urge to hug her shortly, but didn’t follow his instinct.

“Oh, and Sett?” Riven said, as he went towards the showers in the same corridor.

Sett looked back and saw that Riven was leaning against the doorframe, adjusting her sports-bra, her eyes fixed on his face. “You look good, when you are fighting.”

A smile flashed over Sett’s face, his mood immediately got better as he said: “Thanks, Riven.”

“See you this evening,” Riven said and winked, before Sett stepped into the bathroom.

In there were many smaller rooms, each with a single shower and washbasin. Sett went in one and closed the door behind him, unclothing himself and starting to shower. After a few minutes of refreshment, he stopped the stream of warm water and dried himself with a towel. A look in the mirror told him that he had to shave soon. Sett put the towel around his waist, putting his clothes under his arms and left the shower again, walking back to his room, because he had his shaver there.

On his way back to his room, he met Tryndamere and Ashe, who came from the entrance hall. Both wore their usual dress: Ashe in her blue skirt and robes, her white hair falling over her hood, like a waterfall, her arrow and quiver over her back. Tryndamere in his chainmail-trousers and heavy boots, his topless body as muscular as Sett’s own. He carried his helmet under his arms and as per usual dragged his sword over the floor.

“Greetings,” Sett said.

“Hey, Sett,” Ashe greeted him with a smile.

“Looking good, mister,” Tryndamere grinned. “Already training for the tournament, I guess?”

“Sure thing, Trynda,” Sett said, passing the two Freljordian and turning around with a smile. “You’re participating as well?”

“I want to win, after last year!” Tryndamere laughed. “Hope to see you too.”

“As long as I don’t need to patch you up for two days afterwards,” Ashe said rolling her eyes, but smiled nonetheless.

“I can live with that,” Tryndamere laughed and kissed her on the forehead.

“See you, guys,” Sett said and waved his hand.

“See ya,” Tryndamere said.

Sett went back through the entrance hall up to the floor in the east-wing again and surprisingly bumped into Lux as he walked to his room. She just came out of her room and ran into him accidentally. “Whoops,” she said surprised and blushed immediately. “Sorry, Sett.”

“I’m sorry myself,” Sett said apologetically and stepped back. “You were in a rush?”

“Yeah, need to go,” Lux said hastily and almost ran away from Sett. “See you!”

Sett waved his hand, before he looked at the room, Lux left and he noticed something. It wasn’t her room, as he looked at the sign next to the door and read: Room 112 – Ahri.

A smile crossed Sett’s face as he looked from the door back where he came from. Lux’ blonde hair just disappeared as she reached the stairs. Did she just went to Ahri to get her special contraception-magic, any female champion could claim? So, she was getting ready to be deflowered…

Had she already someone in mind? Or did she just do it for the sake of doing it?

Sett was so captured in his own thoughts that he didn’t even consider to knock at Ahri’s door to apologize for his behaviour. No, his thoughts were with Lux as he got into his room and shaved his face. His cock under the towel got hard very slowly and surely not fully erect. But it undeniably got hard by the thought of the young, unexperienced blonde, moaning as she came. After he finished to shave, he dressed up again and hopped on the bed. He grabbed the tablet on the bedside-table, scrolling through the internet for a while.

He just decided to watch a series on any of the streaming-platforms on the tablet as the door knocked. With a sigh he stood up again and went to the door, opening it and immediately raised his eyebrows surprised.