[pre-story]Disclaimer: All characters are 18+
Content Warnings: Violence (not sexual), Blood (not sexual), no sex (yet), futa.[/pre-story]
Lay On Hands: Chapter 1
Rhuno Sunheart's iron-shod hooves scraped across the bare stone floor as he sank into a combat stance, the tauren's massive, silver-and-gold-armored frame lowering as he braced himself. On one arm, he bore his sheild, a massive disk of silver, large enough for an orc to stand behind it barely peek over the top, with a gleaming golden sun-disk at its center, thin rays of gold extending outward in all directions, running all the way to the rim. With a flick of his wrist, he gripped the handle of his mace and brought it up, calloused, three-fingered hand closing around a steel shaft as thick as a man's forearm and raising the head, a golden orb the size of a watermelon, like it weighed nothing at all. His sapphire eyes narrowed, peering through the slit of his helmet as he looked over the edge of the enormous shield at his opponent. "Are you ready?" He asked, an eager grin spreading across his lips, thankfully hidden by his helm.
"I'm eager to see how a Sunwalker fights." Pyrista replied. Rhuno's gaze wandered up and down his opponent for a moment. The draenei woman before him stood on hooves of her own, but where he was planted solidly, she bounced on them, ready to spring forward at a moment's notice. While he placed his trust in the thick and heavy layers of plate and chain that covered him horn to hoof, hers was aggressively trimmed down, leaving most of her skin exposed, the reduced coverage augmented by powerful enchantments. Then there was her weapon. She held it vertically at her side, a two-handed blade that looked to be made of flickering, shifting blue flames, a glowing ball of flames on the back, near the tip. He'd never fought such a weapon before, and was curious to see it in action. Would it be solid? Would it be weightless? Would it cut like steel, or simply burn as it passed through its target? Would its edge shift and reshape as the tongues of fire danced, or would he find it as rigid as any steel blade?
Her armor, what little there was, gleamed a soft blue-green in the light, studded here and there with glowing golden stones. She more no helmet at all, leaving her long, silver-white hair to flow freely, swept back from her face, parting around her sweeping horns as it flowed down her back and over her shoulders, a crown of dark metal studded with four glowing blue crystals hovering above her head, wreathed in blue flames as it slowly rotated in midair. Her hands and feet were the most armored, a pair of sturdy gauntlets and bracers protecting her forearms, while teal plates guarded the lower joints of her legs. Small plates hung off an armored belt around her waist, guarding her wide hips and running about halfway down the outside of her thighs, leaving the smooth, supple inner thighs exposed, her modesty preserved by a slender strip of tough material that ran down between her legs. From what he'd seen earlier, it did little to hide her ample backside, the material barely managing to avoid being pulled into a thong and disappearing between the twin globes. And speaking of twin globes, she had quite the ample chest, as well. Her chest was protected by a literal breastplate, twin round metal shapes that looked more like a bikini than armor, cupping and supporting a pair of sapphire-blue breasts the size of grapefruit. The armor also extended over the shoulder enough to mount a pair of large pauldrons made of rough-hewn, blue-green crystal.
Suddenly, the tall, pale-skinned Draenei that had inserted herself as the referee brought her hand down. "Fight!" She shouted, a wicked grin on her lips. A cheer of excitement went up from the dozen or so paladins and squires that had come to watch.
Rhuno blinked in surprise, but Pyrista had been waiting for the shout. She threw a hand out, and with a shout, a hammer of light suddenly dropped toward Rhuno from above, striking his helmet with a clang and disappearing. The blue-skinned draenei sprang forward on her long, double-jointed legs, cloven hooves clacking on the stone as her long strides closed the distance between the two of them in just three bounding steps. As she rushed forward, she let her blade of sapphire flames lag behind, until she leapt toward the tauren, putting her entire body's momentum into a leaping diagonal chop, the flames of her blade burning brighter for a moment as she swung it forward.
Rhuno looked up from shaking off the hammer's blow just in time to see the blue-skinned woman in the air, bringing her blade down. He barely had time to react, shifting his shield up to hopefully catch the strike. The blade struck the edge of the shield with a resounding clang, bouncing back, drawing a grunt from Rhuno as the force of the impact drove the shield down. Pyrista landed on her hooves, but like a good paladin, she didn't let one thwarted attack spoil her assault. She pivoted, turning around, conserving the reflected momentum of her attack and turning the blocked blow into a spinning horizontal slice, coming it at his chest level on his unguarded side. Rhuno managed to drop a shoulder just in time to catch the blade on a gleaming silver-and-gold pauldron, instead of in the arm, and the blade struck his armor with another clang. As the strike landed, that glowing ball of fire flashed, and Rhuno's eyes widened in shock as a wave of searing heat engulfed his entire right side, like a miniature fireball, and he let out a sharp cry.
He couldn't stay on the defensive. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he brought his shield up between the two of them and lunged forward, slamming his shield into the draenei like a wall of steel. Rolling his shoulder, he swung his shield arm, throwing it up and out, thick slabs of muscle flexing as the motion pushed the draenei woman back a step, giving him the breathing room he needed to growl out a word of taurahe and drop a hammer of light on her, in turn. Already off-balance, the sudden impact of the hammer of judgement on one of her crystalline pauldrons kept her that way, forcing her to stumble to regain her footing. The tauren pressed the advantage, growling another taurahe word, the golden head of his mace suddenly igniting, glowing with golden light so bright it was hard to look at, a miniature sun. He stepped forward, following Pyrista as she stumbled, and brought it swinging up and across, aiming for her midsection.
