Clash of the titans

Later that day, everyone gathers in the training yard, including much of the palace staff. Word had gotten out that Uzume was going to fight someone who may actually challenge her, which got people interested. At the moment, the two giant women are leaning on their practice weapons, waiting to begin.

You look between the two. Neither looks particularly worried, and they are having a friendly conversation. Uzume smiles at Dura. “You look strong, lady, but I hope you don’t depend on that.”

Dura chuckles. “I’ve heard of your strength. I know better than to underestimate an opponent.”

You interrupt their friendly banter. “All I’ll say is remember we’re all friends here. If someone is badly hurt, I’ll be upset. Be careful, you two.”

The towering pair chuckle. Uzume nods. “Don’t worry, Josh. I know you want to fuck her later.”

You roll your eyes, and Dura laughs. “And I wouldn’t want to deprive you of a properly muscular gal!”

You sigh, and they both laugh. “Ok, you two. Yes, you’re both sexy. Now have fun.”

With that, you step back to join the rest of the girls. Uzume hefts her club, limbering up with some easy swings. In the sun, her muscles twitch visibly under her vibrant red skin, and she has a smile on her face. Dura picks up the massive practice sword, stretching and twisting, her green form equally impressive.

The pair square off, slowly circling, weapons held at the ready. Both still grinning, they size each other up. Dura thrusts experimentally at Uzume’s stomach, and the Oni swats the attack aside with her club. In response, she brings her weapon around in an uppercut arc, which Dura deftly dodges. Seeing an opening, the orc cuts at Uzume’s knees, probably assuming that the Oni can’t recover quickly enough.

She underestimated Uzume’s ability, however. The massive red woman turns her backswing into a thunderous parry, meeting the slash with her club.

Both weapons shatter, exploding into splinters. Simultaneously, both women look at the shattered weapons in their hands. Laughing, they toss them aside, dropping into a crouch and circling again.

Ducking under a grab, Dura delivers a punch to Uzume’s midsection, the impact sounding like a hammer against a board. Uzume actually takes a step back, a grin on her face. She responds with an open handed chop that connects with Dura’s shoulder. You’ve seen strikes like that from Uzume dent steel, and it sends the orc woman sprawling, though she quickly rolls to her feet.

Before Uzume can capitalize, Dura surprises her by diving forward, hooking the larger woman’s legs and taking her down to the ground. Her attempt at further offense is stymied, however, as Uzume rolls with the fall, pulling Dura into a throw. The muscular orc flips over, landing on her back, the wind knocked out of her for just a moment.

Against an opponent like Uzume, however, a moment is enough. Uzume leaps atop her, pinning her to the ground. They stare at each other for a moment, both breathing heavily. Finally, Dura grins. “I yield. You have beat me.”

Uzume grins, and steals a kiss before getting up. Dura laughs, dusting herself off and shooting a sultry look at the Oni, which makes Uzume wink in return. You step in before things escalate further, laughing. “Well fought, both of you. I’ll be sure to get stronger weapons next time.”

They both laugh, and Uzume offers her hand to Dura, who accepts the handshake with a smile. Uzume pulls her closer. “So, shall we go discuss this somewhere more private?”

Dura nods. “That sounds like a great idea.”

The pair walk off, slipping their arms around each other’s waist. Meanwhile, Maya walks up and nudges you. “Thinking about joining them, my Josh?”

You laugh. “Yes, but I doubt I’d survive the experience.”

Maya giggles. “But what a way to go!”