Fisti?

Fisti tried to hide it but suffice to say she wasn’t particularly pleased with my choice.

“Why me?”, the girl asked as we went into the elevator. “Ya should have chosen Aiju or Sanakia. Or Rice or the slaver, if ya want to punish them.”

“Fisti”, I started, followed by a sigh. “I just need a break from them.”

“Oh”, the martial artist nodded. “Yeah, the lasses can be pretty overbearing.”

Tell me about it. “You are the least crazy of them”, I said with a smile. “And don’t worry, I don’t plan of having...ehem intercourse with you. I know you like Sylphid.”

Fisti gasped and immediately started to blush. “T-that. How did ya figure that out?”

Was that supposed to be a secret?

We took the elevator down to the basement. Now that the towers have risen there was also an exit on ground level but I rather not deal with all the tournament fans.

“So…”, I started, a bit uncertain. “Would you be up with a bit of sparring at the training hall?”

Fisti immediately gave me the look. “Ya shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Perhaps.” I smiled. “But maybe Sylphid will be there.”

Her nod was frighteningly fast. “Training sounds good.”

We went towards the training hall in the fighters dorm. As expected, we had the place pretty much to ourselves. While the fighter’s dorm itself wasn’t completely deserted just yet, not many of the defeated combatants where in a big training mood.

Unfortunately for Fisti, that also meant no Sylphid. Well, it was a bit of a long shot anyways.

“Just don’t tell the rest of the girls we are doing this”, I told her. “Bea will blow her top.”

“Ah, don’t worry, I’m not a wee clipe”, Fisti assured me and started stretching. “So, any specifics ya wanna train?”

That was a good question. My aim with Hebi-san should be to take her down as fast as possible before she could hypnotize me.

Of course that means killing her. Obviously not something I can train with Fisti.

“Try attacking me”, I finally said. “I will just dodge. “You win if you land a punch.”

Fisti grumbled some more at that. “Yer underestimating me. Ya think yer such a speedy wanker, I can’t even hit ye?”

I have to admit, Fisti can be pretty adorable when she gets competitive. “No, No, you are pretty strong, it’s just…”

“Just what? Did Aiju tell ya something?”, the martial artist scowled. “I only lost, because she took me by surprise, ya know.”

“You are a skilled martial artist, it’s just...”For some reason, I couldn’t help the urge to tease her a little bit. “You did lose against Aiju and Cassandra, both fighters I beat, so...”

Fisti glared at me. “Oh, ya did not went there ya wee tadger. If yer so bloody confident, how aboot we up the ante then?”

“Sounds fun”, I smirked. “What do you have in mind?”

“Every time I hit ya, ye take a piece of clothing off. I swear, I have ye naked like a buck within the hour!”

I had to laugh. I wasn’t really expecting that from her, given her usual serious personality. “Alright, alright. But same applies to you. Say, every five minutes you go without hitting me it’s a piece of clothing off for you.”

“Yer on, ya fancy gowk!”

I tucked my dirks away and got myself in position. Fisti looked really determined now but it happens that I am very good at evading. I almost feel bad about how one sided this will be. Oh well, I just get her down to her underwear and then stop. “Oh, and uh...I guess I have to say this but you are allowed to attack me at full ****. No need to hold back.”

Fisti nodded and I gave the signal to start.

Then she rushed me.

What?

She’s quick!

I deftly avoided her first punch and took a step back, but Fist wasn’t about to let me have breathing room and closed the distance again without delay.

I was in a bit of an awkward position and instinctively prioritized to protect my vitals. Hence, she managed to graze my arm.

“Gotcha!”, the martial artist proclaimed, not without an ample amount of pride.

Meanwhile, all I could do was stare at her dumbfounded. I somehow always assumed that Fisti wasn’t particularly powerful, but now that I think about it, her loss against Cassandra was because of a trap.

Was Fisti actually fairly skilled when it’s a fair fight? I took a deep breath. This might not be as easy as I assumed.

“Aren’t ya forgetting something?”, the martial artist ruthlessly demanded.

Ugh…

I took my shirt off and Fisti nodded pleased. “Hope ya wearing some pretty knickers, because yer about to show them off!”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Miss name on underpants.”

“Shut yer pus, ya punk!”

Fisti rushed me again, but this time I was ready for her. She was good, I had to admit it. In terms of speed she was easily on Aiju’s level, perhaps even above. Her strength was a bit lacking and I did spot a bunch of openings but since none of that mattered, I was actually rather hard pressed here.

It wasn’t easy but I managed to outlast her this time.

Fisti let out a curse and immediately got rid of her socks and shoes.

Oh. I suppose that would have been possible too. “That only counts as one piece”, I warned her.

“Yeah, yeah.” Now barefooted, the martial artist wasted no time and attacked once more and...somehow got even faster?

Her newfound speed caught me off guard. I was unable to anticipate all her moves and so I opted to retreat with a wide berth. Unfortunately, I made a very rookie mistake and caught up with the wall behind me. Fisti immediately punished me and got another hit in. Obviously I mimicked her choice and got rid of my footwear.

Fisti took a deep breath. Concentrating.

Then she came at me again.

But at this point her stamina clearly took a major nose dive. I see, so that’s her weak point. Fisti can go pretty hard for a short amount of time, but she doesn’t have the resources to fight a prolonged battle.

After an easy five minutes Fisti was **** to take off her top, revealing a cute pink sportsbra underneath. That one is definitely new.

The martial artist was now blushing a bit, probably from both exhaustion and embarrassment. We both saw each other naked of course, but this is still a somewhat public place.

“Shall we call it a draw?”, I offered.

“And let ya get away? Yer aff yer heid! I have ya at the ropes!”, Fist blustered. “It’s 2:2 right now! We’re evenly matched, ya feartie!”

Well, if that’s what she wants, it’s not that I dislike seeing her naked body.

The fifth set of this strip match went as predicted. Fisti tried her best but she simply lacked the energy. To make matters worse for her I also had enough time to get accustomed to her moveset.

“Ugh…!” Letting out a frustrated grumble, Fisti held up her end of the bargain and stripped out of her pants.

...

She wore a baby blue pair of panties. Only, unlike her bra they weren’t plain but adorned with a bunch of happy Kyan-kyan’s.

I couldn’t suppress a chuckle.

“S-shut yer trap!”, Fisti grumbled, rather embarrassed.

I smirked. “Turn around.”

With a yelp of protest Fisti did, showing off her behind. The word “HAPPY” was plastered in large pink letters over the backside of her underwear.

“You know”, I teased. “You really should wear matching underwear, or at least not challenge others to a strip battle.”

“I...hadn’t really time to clean me clothes!”, Fisti explained, clasping her hands over her butt. “These where the only one I had left! Are ya done with yer gaping?”

Unfortunately for Fisti, I was not. While her body wasn’t particularly well endowed, there was definitely a certain tomboyish charm to it. Even more so, when she was squirming like this. Besides, I imagine I was due at least that much of ****. “Alright, you can turn around again”, I allowed generously. “Make sure to keep your butt covered.”

Letting out another yelp Fisti did, showing me her front once more. Her hands, still busy with protecting her backside **** her body to take on a rather cute, and very exposed pose.

“Are ya quite down with this horseplay?”, Fisti asked, now well and truly red in the face.

I laughed. “Alright, alright. You can move your hands again.”

Fisti did.

But not how I expected.

Fast as a flash she lunged out and punched me in the arm before I even had the chance to react.

“H-hey! That’s cheating!”, I complained.”I wasn’t ready yet!”

“Yer talking mince! That’s yer fault for letting yer guard down! Now off with yer trousers!”, the angry, blushing girl demanded.

I sighed. Of course I could refuse her. But I guess I deserved that. As such, I

slipped out of my pants.

“Nice boxers”, Fisti commented. “Pretty embarrassing. Aren’t ya embarrassed to wearing such embarrassing underwear?”

These where the same pair I showed off this morning.

“Shame they have to come off. Get ready to show yer wee willie!”

“You..uhh...really want to continue this?”, I asked. “Seriously, I’m fine with calling it a draw.”

“Yer bum’s oot the windae!

I guess that means no?

I could only sigh. Sounds like Fisti’s competitive spirit was higher then her shame. I prepared myself for the finale when we heard voices.

Someone was coming.