You're the soldier here

Nina’s roaring attack comes down on you like a maelstrom, and she quickly gets behind your spearhead. Thinking quickly, you jump back and just barely avoid a wild slash from her blade. It may be blunted, but it still would have hurt like hell.

“Running, are you!” Nina yells, drawing back to charge again, but you’re prepared this time, and thrust your spear out to meet her charge, forcing her to stop in her tracks. You take a step forward, thrusting, but Nina manages to just barely bring her sword back to parry the spear’s shaft away.

The spar falls into a pattern, you perfectly fine to stand back as Nina prowls around, trying to find a gap in your defences. She quickly grows impatient, lunging forward with another whirlwind ****.

As you easily dodge out of the way, you take stock of her attacks. Clearly she’s not used to sparring, her wild, unplanned swings look more like she’s trying to fight a static training dummy, which you suppose makes sense. As she prepares for her next attack, you can see the line she’s going to take in front of you, almost like it’s painted out on the ground.

Thinking quickly, you flip your spear around so that the wooden end is facing her. Nina briefly looks unnerved by what you’re doing, but she shakes it off as the fire once again enters her eyes. She charges again, letting out a blood-curdling scream, but this time you’re ready.

Quick as a flash, you duck under her wild blow, and with a furious jab drive the wooden end of the spear straight into Nina’s stomach, using her own momentum to make the blow harder. You hear the wind being knocked out of Nina’s body, and she crumples to her knees, clutching her stomach as she gasps for breath.

“Looks like I won” you say, and she nods in agreement, grimacing. You walk around to her front, reaching out to help her up. She takes it, shakily pulling herself up to you, putting her hands around your neck.

“That was amazing” she says hoarsely, craning her head to look up at you. Her lips are so, so close to yours, and despite her tough exterior, you notice how soft and kissable they look. The two of you stand there, you holding her in your arms, for several seconds. Eventually, she presses her lips to you in a passionate kiss.

The smell of sweat and exertion runs through the air, inflaming your passions further. You press her into you, feeling her taut, muscled body pressed against yours, her small breasts and hard nipples still extremely noticeable as she presses against your chest. After a short while, she lifts herself up by your shoulders, pulling away.

“Well, soldier, it looks like you’ve defeated me” she intones, drawing her hand over your arm, careful with her claws not to scratch you. “Keeping a defenceless girl like me in your arms, you’re trying to control me with your raw. potency.” With the last two words, that fire from earlier returns to her eyes, but there’s a different glimmer to it this time. Where before they smoldered with ferocious anger, now they almost seem pink with worshipful lust. “Well” she says, her voice drawing, “Lucky for you, I don’t mind being spoils of war.”