Fight.

It wasn't long before Orus realized that despite being turned into a woman, he was able to move once again. As he turned his head up to see the Witch peering down, he noticed she appeared exhausted, as if she'd just used a great deal of energy, her bare bosom heaving. He was not about to let the chance to move go by untaken, and so he lunged at her from his knees with a shout that echoed unfamiliarly high.

He saw her eyes widen in surprise the moment he attacked, but just as quickly, he tripped on his own trousers, feet still tangled. His lunge was brought short and he fell against the Witch's abdomen, wrapping his arms around her hips in a last-ditch attempt to bring her down with him.

They both grunted as they hit the floor, Orus' landing surprisingly softer than he'd—or she'd?—expected thanks to his—or her—supple new chest. He continued to grab hold of the other woman from between her legs as she lay on her back before him—er... her, grabbing at her grasping hands. The fact that there was a naked quim inches from her face was a minor distraction as she—no, he!—struggled to gain some sort of advantage.

The Witch bared her teeth from across her length of pale, nude skin, pulling one leg up to shove him out from between them. Her foot gained leverage on his shoulder, and she managed to slide his grasp down her hips before planting her foot on his freshly feminine face and giving him another shove.

Orus twisted away, pushing himself back up to his knees as the Witch did the same. They glared at each-other for but a second before both of them lunged at once. She tried to go for his head, but fortunately Orus was no stranger to the sport of wrestling, and was able to duck it and turn her momentum against her, pulling her leg out from under her and falling atop her back as she landed.

He wrapped an arm around her head to put her in a chinlock, but he was far lighter than he was supposed to be, and she was able to push herself up on all-fours while he straddled her from behind, wrapping his legs around her waist to keep hold as the sensation of her soft skin on his new sex became another distraction. It wasn't enough, though, for the Witch managed to roll over and shake him off, knocking the wind from him in the process.

The Witch rolled further away, and Orus once more worked his way to his knees. He looked across the rug at her, sweating and panting as he caught his breath. She appeared in need of the same moment of reprieve, casting a tired glower his way. Then he noticed the sword-hilt laying on the floor between them, and she followed his eyes to see the same thing.

They both dove for it at the same time, reaching out to grab the bladeless hilt...