Duel Gwynevere.

You throw a hand to the side. "Everyone stay back. Allow me." Though her element is certainly an advantage, you still place a hand against the rapier and slowly caress along the flat of the metal, speaking the words, "Flare Blade". Pink flames erupt from the weapon, and your attention never leaves your opponent. You're fully aware how swift she can move, especially as the phantom elite class.

"But there are so many of us. We can help! She wouldn't stand a chance," Anastasia blurts out in confusion. "Let us--"

Niki places a hand upon her shoulder. "Let him do this."

"Is this some sort of ego related decision?" asks Meti. "This may not be the time for a warrior's pride."

"Of course not. He doesn't want us to help, because we'd kill her. She'd stand no chance, even with her allies there."

"Oh I see," says Tom. "He wants to defeat her, not obliterate her."

The others back away slowly, leaving the two of you alone. Anyana and Nelli remain by the towering stone eye, though otherwise, the duel has already begun. It's you versus her. She certainly has the advantage in having all of her equipment, and this being a positive environment for her to fight in, though your body rushes with the power of all those cheering you on, and you may already be more powerful than her even without that. As was said, however, you aren't trying to kill her. Your Kitty Sense tells you what betrays her outward expression. She may look stoic and ready to slay you were you stand, but you sense something far deeper.

"I am the Conduit of Seno'nojoch!" she shouts once more. "And in this domain, I am unstoppable. You are a fool to face me alone, Kyle Warren, but I admire your dedication. This duel will be our final one. Your blood will spill within Seno'nojoch himself, and then I will be allowed to return home at last."

"Allowed," you repeat. "I thought you were the all mighty Demon King."

She growls. "No more talk!" Throwing her hand forwards causes much of the water in the area to come towards you like a sideways typhoon. The high pressure blast would have surely been painful if you didn't jump in time.

You nimbly leap into the air with a Bunny Hop, and as you each the upper wall of the rock formation nearby, you leap once again, this time straight towards her. Two quick warps later, and she can barely react in time to your speed. You're suddenly in her face, thrusting a burning blade towards her, though with her phantom skills, she's just barely swift enough to parry it to the side and shift backwards. The two of you meet swords, and the sound of ringing metal fills the cavern with its song.

She pivots to the side and swings her body like a dancer, and as she does, the water raises again, this time coming towards you like a mighty whip.

You flip straight over, with the water's cold cut barely grazing your back with only a chill, though when you land, she nearly skewers you to the ground. You fall to your back as the tip pierces the strong by your shoulder. You roll over, stand up, and then parry her next attack. Even without Lauo, the magic is within you, and while she may have incredible speed and the powers of the sea, she's struggling to land a proper hit.

"Entangle Blade," you whisper, placing your hand upon the flames. The fire goes up, and it's replaced by a hidden energy. Then with you thrust forward again, and she smacks the side of your blade with hers, suddenly blue tendrils wrap around them both, binding your weapons together.

Unfortunately, however, Lauo is still the mightier of the weapons. You may be able to tap into certain powers without it, but this is nothing more than a regular rapier. After a brief struggle, Gwynevere lets out a furious shriek. Water droplets raise into the air like a reverse downpour, and she not only pulls the weapon from your hand, but shatters it in half. The metal fragments fall to the ground, and the tendrils disappear.

You use this to your advantage, however. While she's recovering from that, you throw a palm forward and place it upon her stomach. "Pleasure!" you shout.

"Eeaaaahh~!" she cries, stumbling back as pleasure floods her body. She doesn't cum, though perhaps that's even more frustrating. She remains in her feet but now stares at you with face flushed red both with embarrassment as well as rage. "You are a good to think you can win this. Use every trick you have. I dare you." Then with a sweep of her foot, despite being nowhere near connecting, you're knocked into the air.

She managed to move dampness of the stone, pulling it out from under your feet like a rug. You hit the ground with a thud, and then spot the shine of her blade coming towards your face. Once again, you roll to the side, but she doesn't relent.

Just then, you hear the sound of metal grinding. You turn to see Meti. She just threw something, and it's come to a stop by your hand. You grab it instinctually, and the next thrust down at you is blocked in full by the flat blade of Lauo. With a thrust, you throw her back, and once again you stand with your weapon shining bright pink. You look to Meti and nod, and she does the same in return.

"Are we no longer fighting, just the two of us?" Gwyn asks.

"I don't see anyone else in the battle. Did you want to strike down an unarmed man?"

"Of course not. I was merely jesting. Ready yourself, as I have only just begun."

You squint. Just before the flurry of blows is unleashed, you speak the word, "Pleasure Blade".

"What--Aahh~!" she cries. Her moan harmonizes with the ring of her weapon clashing against yours. "S-Stop--"

"Pleasure Blade," you say again, just before she parries, and again the euphoria is **** through her body.

"Ghh.. Aah, aahh, well I did tell you to use every trick. You are full of them."

"It's a shame I know your weakness, Gwyn," you sneer.

Her eyes widen. "No!"

You thrust forward. While you could have pierced her belly with ease, you instead slice down lower. Her panties sever from her body, and you take a step back, allowing it all to sink in. She pants heavily, pent up with an incredibly frustrating amount of desire, and now she's been **** commando in front of everybody. Her face is beat red. She's struggling to catch her breath. And despite that, you haven't even done any damage.

She tugs down her dress. "Y-You fool. I was just naked. Do you think this would discourage me?"

"I don't know. You look pretty embarrassed to me."

Candy's words ring in your mind. "The more embarrassed she gets, so the more that arrogant persona fades, the weaker her powers become. This would hardly ever matter, and it's unlikely anyone would find out normally, so it's quite effective... unless someone does know. Then she's in trouble."

"But don't worry," you continue. "I'm sure the others would love to see your pussy as you fight me."

"Hell yeah we would!" Fang calls out. She whistles loudly.

"You--" She pulls in her legs. "I told you, it does not effect me. S-So hurry and fight me."

"One more hit, and you'll cum for sure. Do you really want to keep fighting?"

She grits her teeth. With a hand in the air, she attempts to call upon her power, but nothing more happens but a few droplets of water raising into the air before falling once more.

You pull Lauo back and squeeze the grip with both hands. Like before, you focus your senses on all those around you, but this time, you call upon them. There's a flame not upon your weapon but within your chest. You can see them--the Invisible Ties. Not only are most people around you horny as well, but they're rooting you on. It's love and lust. The sensation is light bolts of lighting and the rumbling of thunder through every nerve in your body. You feel your hair stand on end. Your skin--it glows, much like does your weapon. Some cheer aloud, though they all desire you to win, and you can feel that support. Even deep down, you feel something coming from Gwynevere, Anyana, and Nelli, though it's a strange touch with strings uncertain, though still pulsing with life, and their own wishes. You feel unstoppable. If your weapon wasn't so mighty, it might bend in your grasp. Slowly, you drag the weapon back farther, aiming the point perfectly straight towards your foe as if ready at any moment to deal the most devastating thrust.

Gwynevere steps back. Her legs shake, and this time from fear. She thinks she should be able to dodge or parry, but for once isn't certain. Her nostrils flare. Her eyes wide. She licks her lips. "... Do not just stand there," she mutters between her teeth. "Finish what you have started."