An easy victory eludes her as things get messy

As the sounds of the other warriors physically wrestling, trading barbs, and deploying strange strategies sounded dully around her, Ro looked up from the dirt. The last thing she remembered was accepting a hand-shake from the enemy, then feeling as though the entire world started spinning. Was she really that love-struck with her captain, that just thinking about Dyna made her dizzy?

The back of her head, her shoulders, and her butt were all dusty now with the sand of the courtyard, from which she stared up with a blank frown on her face. Something didn’t make sense… She was going to wrestle Isolt into submission using the power of her love for the beautiful captain of the knights, wasn’t she? What was she laying around for?

Isolt smiled down at her opponent, then offered one hand. “You seem to have lost your footing just now, young one,” she began, although, in apparent age, she was no more than four or five years the girl’s senior. “Care to try again?”

Dumbly, as if in a dream, the girl blinked sand from her eyes, then reached her leather-gloved hand upward. She felt a strong hand grip it… then suddenly, she saw dirt approaching her. In the next moment, her cute face was down against the earth with her lips tasting the courtyard. She felt a shudder of impact run through her body, but her entire body still felt numb. She’d been flipped in a dead lift by just her hand, then thrown back down carelessly. If the other students were watching, they’d surely have a comment regarding this superhuman strength on display, but each of them were busy with their own engagements.

“What kind of technique was that?” Ro asked indignantly, raising her head from the ground and sputtering sand.

Instead of answering, Isolt jabbed a knee into the small of her back. That one Ro did feel; she winced and lay her chin down. The terrifying royal knight captain grabbed the back of her hair in one hand and then leaned her head down to smile thinly into the other girl’s face. “Tsk tsk... it seems the captain of the knightly order is as lax in educating her knights as she is in engendering love,” she jested cruelly. "We should start over on both accounts. Swear loyalty to me and I will turn you into a warrior who relies upon faith in her own abilities and those of her companions, instead of foolish intangibles."

"L-Loyalty to you?! I'd never betray the Captain!" Ro protested, then wailed as she was flung in a circle, this time landing with her head actually partially submerged in the sand. Her legs stuck straight into the air for a moment, before flopping down into a position with her butt in the air.

Roi, in another quadrant of the courtyard and with her hands quite full running away from Harvey Dustaine, nonetheless noticed this brutal match unfolding. "Ro! Surrender already!" she called out, trying to throw in the towel on behalf of her stubborn sister. The damage her sister was taking was every bit as painful looking a display of overkill as anything they'd ever seen the severe drill sergeant Ralli Hellknox distribute to her students. For Ro, it was probably even worse than it would have been for those students; Dyna was a notoriously lax role model and instructor, which meant that Ro was less used to this kind of treatment than students like Harvey might have been.

"No way!" Ro sputtered, pulling her head out from the ground and shaking it free of sand, while Isolt stood over her, casting a menacing shadow. "My love for the Captain won't lose to her!"

"Ha! Is this love? Falling on your face over and over again? That sort of perseverance is admirable, in a way, but perseverance without talent is naught but foolishness," Isolt chuckled.

"Yeah! In some ways, love is falling on your face over and over again. Even when you make a fool of yourself, you're a fool in love; you push back up and you try and try again until it works! Until you win the heart of the one you love!" Ro countered, rising back up on shaky legs with sluggish movements, as though her body was afraid it was instantly going to be flipped upside down once again. "I won't stop until the captain thinks of me the same way I think of her!"

Isolt wondered if she should remind that the young knight apprentice that Dyna's love wasn't actually a prize anyone had told her she could win from this tournament.

Her pony-tailed sister shouted after her, even as the distance between Harvey chasing her grew less and less. "You're acting like the captain is really hard to win over, but she'll sleep with just about anyone, won't she?!" Roi growled. "It's not that- oof!" The statement was cut off by Harvey tackling her from behind, so that she dragged across the dirt.

"You took your eyes off the fight just to quip at me?" Ro complained, then crossed her arms. "Anyway... For the sake of love, I'll break out a technique I only wanted to use if I faced Dyna! It's a move I specifically developed on the off chance that she ever challenged me to a duel where I'd win her as a girlfriend if I made her surrender! Prepare yourself, Isolt... Isolt... Say, do you not have a last name? I just realized how weird that is."

"Do not concern yourself with that," the royal knight scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Simply call me Isolt the Lord Herald-"

In the brief moment when Isolt was distracted, as her eyes were at the top of their rotation, Roi thrust out one hand; her blue eyes shined with determination. "Take this! Ro Wulder's Three-Finger Love Strike!" The knight captain was taken off guard by the ridiculous name of the attack; she couldn't even tell where she should guard. Instinctively, she raised her arms to protect her face and throat. That turned out to be the wrong idea; the hand of the knight apprentice thrust out between her legs, moving beneath the skirt to cup against the other girl's pussy, through the fine fabric of the modest, black shorts the woman wore beneath her skirt. "... You're already wet down here?"

"That is none of your business!" Isolt protested, growing wide-eyed and red-faced at the unexpected technique. "You would dare employ such a strategy in battle against the captain of the royal knights?!"

"You don't get it yet! Here's the three finger part!" Ro shouted, then ran her palm against the other girl's groin. With surprising swiftness, she plunged her hand inside the other girl's shorts... only to meet another layer of resistance! Inside, her fingers met with the soft, silken surface of Isolt's surprisingly soaked panties. Still unsure of what to think about that, but knowing her time before Isolt retaliated was short, she pushed three fingers up against the relative stranger's slit, then spreading her thumb and pinkie to cup the area on either side. Furiously, she began to rub them back and forth, spending extra attention on the spot where she could feel a bead near the top of Isolt's pussy. "How's that?! You... Uh..."

The two were mutually shocked at the outcome. The woman's womanly cry was loud, swift, and shameless, as she buckled her knees inward and clutched both hands onto Ro's shoulders for stability. She was squirting like a fountain! "Y-You've never been finger-banged before, huh? I haven't even put them inside..." Ro marvelled, feeling the moistness leaking out from all around the tiny triangle panties beneath Isolt's shorts.

"D-Don't put them inside! That place is reserved only for my Lord!!" Isolt shouted, wild with indignation.

"Your lord? Somebody back at the capital?" the opponent questioned. For just a moment, she felt sympathetic; it sounded like Isolt was pretty sweet on somebody, just like she was sweet on Dyna. That empathy lasted only for a moment before a cocky grin came to Ro's face. "He he! We knights aren't afraid to fight dirty! Now I'll- Blrrfrfgh!" Before Ro could explain the rest of her plan to fight dirty, Isolt presented some pretty unsportsmanlike conduct of her own, thrusting her palm into Ro's face so hard that it sent her flying backwards and away, lifting her hand out from where they'd cupped beneath the shorts. When she landed many yards away in the Baldwins' quadrant of the courtyard, it was abundantly clear she was either **** or dead.

The impact flapped Isolt's skirt up for a moment, causing it to hang mid-air; anyone who peeked would see her shorts pulled slightly down her waist and her sopping panties beneath, bearing the bat, a mark of the Demon Lord. Clenching her pointed teeth in agitation, the girl slapped the skirt down to her groin with both hands. Thankfully, the only one who'd really been intending to watch was Roi, and before she'd gotten to see the ending, she'd been driven face-down into the sand by Harvey. "Shit! These sorry excuses for knights have some... impossibly devious techniques!!" Isolt hissed to herself, feeling her legs quiver. Ro may have lost, but she'd discovered a powerful secret weapon against the other girl... namely, her immense sexual experience.

Just having another person's hand against her pussy had been like a new, foreign experience to her. More importantly, it had been sacrilege against her Lord! "Forgive me, my master... I was careless! I played around too much with that one. The next one I will dispatch swiftly and without mercy!"

As for the next one... It looked like it would be the brutish, orange-haired boy. There was no doubt who'd won in his competition with Roi. Still, she'd have at least a moment to rest-- and discretely wipe herself down-- before the victors were declared from the remaining matches. In the mean time, the feeling of her own heart pounding and her hot breaths both had Isolt feeling embarrassed to even speak internally to her Lord.

The results came in soon after:

Harley Dustaine vs. Alia Baldwin
Harvey Dustaine vs. Isolt

"This time I will overwhelm the challenger with physical ****. I will waste no time... These knights will not be allowed to humiliate me again!!"