Sparring

As the two of you head into the training yard, you see only two people there. Darius and Erika, your siblings and Kali’s children. You personally never got along with them as well as some of the others. They always seemed willing to just coast on their looks and natural talent, which, to be fair, were considerable.

The two of them are sparring, though more for fun than anything, and as soon as they see you and Ferra approach, they stop. Darius grins at you. “A new girlfriend, Nicholas? Not a great date spot out here!”

You shake your head, and the pair of them listen as you explain what Ferra is, and what’s going on. Afterwards, Erika grins. “So, she’s a golem? Pretty, though. I’m guessing you want to try fighting her, then?”

You nod. “I figured it would be good to know what she can do.”

Ferra speaks up as well. “I am happy to assist with this. Combat is what I was made for, after all.”

Darius smiles. “Well, don’t let us stop you, we’re just going to watch.”

You nod, picking up a dulled training sword and walking out into the field with Ferra. You spin the sword to loosen up, and watch as Ferra’s hands and forearms change shape, becoming a pair of wicked looking curved blades. She settles into a crouch, and the first thing you notice is that all the enticing jiggles and bounces of her body have stopped. Clearly she has solidified herself for combat.

You are justifiably proud of your ability to fight. Of your siblings, only Darius comes close, and his lack of effort leaves him in second place. Uzume repeatedly has told you that you could be one of the best ever, one day.

You advance on Ferra, and your first attack is swatted aside, and you sway out of the way of the return strike. Ferra is FAST, and you barely get your sword back up in time to catch her second attack. It’s like being hit by a forge hammer, and you stagger backwards to catch yourself. You thrust towards her to slow her advance while you regain your balance, but Ferra is relentless, batting aside your blade and planting a kick into your chest.

You fall to the ground with a gasp, and in a flash, Ferra is straddling your chest. Her crossed blade arms pin your neck to the ground, and she cocks her head as she looks down at you. You raise your hands. “I yield. Holy shit.”

Immediately, her arms morph back to normal, and her iron hard thighs around your chest soften back to their previous squishy state. Ferra looks down at you for a moment, then leans down and gently kisses you, before standing up. You’re surprised by her actions, and even after she helps you to your feet, she keeps ahold of your hand.

From nearby, you hear clapping, and Darius shouts out. “Hey, I’d like a try! That was incredible! Let me give it a shot!”

Before you can answer, however, another voice booms out across the training fields. “No. Let me.”