Throw the sword at her!

That’s it! Take her legs out from under her!

Alea hefted the blade in her hands, pulling her arm back and throwing low. It was clumsy, but the sword spun through the air, cutting at Kass’s legs.

The pink-haired futa was **** to dodge, which gave Alea just enough time to charge another fireball.

Fireball!

The blast broke through the already damaged shield, scorching the girl under it.

The shield cracked and caught aflame. It wouldn’t be protecting the axe wielding futa any more.

Kass advanced, a trace of drool dripped down her lips, matching the oozing precum from the tip of her cock.

Fireball!

Alea aimed for her axe-wielding arm, hoping to immobilize her, but the other futa was too nimble and dodged the blow.

Alea realized she needed to aim for the center of mass. Her eyes caught that huge throbbing cock jutting out from the other futa's underwear. She cringed at the cruel tactic that was taking form in her mind.

Fireball!

Giving it the last of her Resolve, Alea launched two final fireballs. One high, and another low traveling slightly behind. When Kass twisted to avoid the first, the second struck right on her balls.

“Ahhh!” Kass cried out as her skin sizzled. “I yield! Yield!”

Kass threw down her axe and clutched her red and blistered cock while Alea breathed a sigh of relief.

“That was a close one.” Alea said.

“Damn. Damn! Damn! I didn’t expect you to be a pyromancy specialist.” Kass grabbed a vial of liquid from her bag and poured it on her cock, breathing a sigh of relief. “I hate those. And was that a self-made technique?”

“How could you tell?” Alea asked.

“Mystic artists with self-made techniques are very rare.” Kass explained. “And usually they’re exceptionally potent in the hands of their creators. I’ve been hit by plenty of fireballs before, but yours are something else.”

Alea blushed with pride. “I’m sure they’re nothing compared to what a mystic artist at a higher layer could do.”

“Don’t be so modest. After all, you’ll reach a higher layer soon enough. Give her the medicinal pill!”

The futa bystander who’d been holding the ornate wooden case stepped forward and handed the container off to Alea. Meanwhile, Kass reached into her pocket and popped a pill of a different color than the one she'd just given Alea.

The moment it was in Kass's mouth, the burns on her shield and faded to a light red color, and her cock and balls lost some of their fiery red color.

“I’m lucky I had a healing pill and tonic on me to heal burns. Still, I need somebody to massage my poor cock and balls with their tongue to really make me feel better. Oh, but don’t take that medicinal pill you won just yet!”

“Why not?” Alea asked, holding the wooden box close to her chest.

“It’s meant to be taken during sex. That’s when it will have the most effect. You can take it soon. I promised to take you to the brothel. Come on, my treat!”

The crowd parted as they realized the fight was already over. There were more than a few disappointed grumblings about it being over so quickly, and even more disappointed grumblings over the fact that there was no sex at the end of the fight for them to masturbate to. A few members of the crowd disapproved of Alea's cheap ploys, but Alea didn't care. Any spite was nothing compared to the prize in her hands. She was just glad Kass seemed to have forgiven her entirely.

Despite their misgivings, they let Alea and Kass through. “Alright, follow me to the Palace of Passion! Man, fighting really got me worked up, and since you’re blue balling me I’ve got to go to the brothel to get my cock sucked! So, you with me? I’m buying.” Kass repeated her offer

Alea pondered the offer. On one hand, this futa had been scheming for a way to put her dick in Alea’s mouth. She likely would try to do it again. Given her impressive access to medicinal pills, she might have an aphrodisiac or something to make her cum highly addictive. Not that alpha cum wasn’t already addictive as it was.

On the other hand, it would be immensely helpful to win Kass over as a friend. Just knowing another mystic artist would give her someone to talk with, so she wouldn’t be walking the path of cultivation alone. Even more importantly, she was a member of the Ironbeat Clan of Eastbuild. With the right connections, even if she didn’t get accepted to the Throbbing Immortal Fist school, other doors to the mystic arts would still be open to her.

To go or not to go...