"GAH!" Troy, the rather arrogant Tier 2 soldier crashed onto the glowing blue floor, sharp pains coating his body. The double bladed beam sword which he chose for the sparring session clanged and slid across the floor toward the class of roughly ten soldiers. They too all looked battered and bruised, licking their wounds as they watched Troy get humiliated in front of them. They giggled and murmured to themselves as he rubbed his backside trying to expel the pain which emanated from there. He slammed his fist into the ground with frustration; out of the rest of the class he had lasted the shortest time, and even then it felt like his sparring partner was playing with him.
"You handled the weapon well...but I guess thats it." The voice of Mckayla rattled through the Valkyrie Squad training room. The rest of the leaders squad laughed as they watched the rookie rise to his feet and return to the group of Tier 2 soldiers who had their skills shown up in front of the famous combat group on the Valentine. Mckayla rested her body on the face of her large claymore beam sword, arms crossed under her black sports bra which held her chest firmly in place. Her lower body was clad in short, very tight leggings of the same colour; her sweat was being absorbed by strands of her faded blue fringe while the rest of her long hair was tied back into a bun. She quickly darted her eyes across the trainees and shook her head.
"So some of you performed well...some better than others. But for a first session its understandable that your skills won't come close. I think that pretty much ends our first-" Mckayla began to talk, but was quickly cut off by her previous sparring victim.
"Hey! Willingham hasn't been yet!" Troy called out and pointed at Willingham which caused his eyes to widen with surprise. Mckayla shook her head and rubbed her temple with frustration, anger brewing over the disrespect some of these people had.
"I was told he's not recovered from that shot to the leg during target practice." She looked over at Willingham who sat away from the group, sporting a heavily taped ankle. He looked straight back at her. She blushed lightly and quickly looked away from him, it was only last week since their time together in the VIP room; she thought about him a lot when she needed to relive some stress in the evenings. How he hasn't called the number she gave him only added to her rule breaking lust to have him in her true appearance.
"That's bullshit. I Johnson only grazed him." Troy scoffed and crossed his arms in protest.
"Fuck you Troy." Will spoke out loudly, slowly getting to his feet and wincing once he took one step on his injured leg. Mckayla chuckled and broke her stoic persona for just a moment before quickly retreating to a bitchy frown.
"I can go." He told Mckayla, who only looked at him and raised an eyebrow. There was a short silence, her squad mates anticipating an answer, eager to see another slaughter; and the victim being the previous leaders younger brother made it all the sweeter.
"...Very well. Select your weapon of choice. You heard the rules a few times already I guess? Safety mode only, five minute time limit...and no low blows." Her mind pictured him naked, jerking that massive cock of his in front of her. Blushing heavily she shook her head and pulled her weapon out from the glowing floor. Holding it firmly in two hands she flicked it to safety mode. A loud woosh noise emanated from the white metal sword as a thick glow of pink light engulfed the blade of the sword. She watched Will pick a smaller, two handed long sword and begin to limp over towards her. Already she thought of twenty ways she could disarm and defeat him before he even swung his weapon. Using her legs was always her go to. Her eyes widened once she noticed him step back and pick another long sword and hold both in his hands.
There was a slight murmur from the squad members who seemed weary over his choice of dual wielding. He limped over once more and stopped at a few meters distance away from Mckayla who assumed her stance. Willingham activated the beam swords which added a deep red glow to the room. He hunched over, bad leg poised behind while his other firmly planted forward. His opponent darted her pretty eyes to his feet, internally thinking that his sister must have taught him a thing or two during shore leave.
"Brave...or silly. Either way the time starts...Now." She calmly spoke as the wall beside them lit up with the time limit which started to count down. Immediately he lunged at her, throwing his right blade in a thrust motion toward her stomach. With ease and grace she sidestepped him and watched him stagger forward, waiting for him to recollect himself she watched his bad leg. He assumed a similar position as before; lunging forward once more. She felt disappointment wash through her as he repeated the same attack. She slid to the side again, thinking if it was best to end the competition right there. Suddenly she gasped for air and slid back on the floor as gasps of shock filled the room. She gazed at him, wondering what just happened. Seeing his stance she realised how he managed to land a blow on her.
He attempted the same move, recalling her dodge he most likely faked out a thrust and spun on his axis to send a sharp elbow on her. She got cocky, rule one of combat was never get cocky. She cursed under her breath once she noticed him dash toward her with both weapons across his left side going in for an upward slash. She raised her claymore and deflected it, a loud searing noise came from where the weapons clashed. She scowled once she saw him smirk; using her muscles she pushed him off and went on the attack, attempting slashes which were deflected by Willingham. Mckayla was like a dancer on the battlefield, her movements were precise and deliberate and always graceful. She slammed the claymore down on top of him which caused another clash of swords. Using the broadness of her weapon she performed a flip and landed behind him, lunging forward to wrap one of her legs around his neck, grasping one of his wrists she moved her weight forward over him causing him to flip over onto the floor.
Willinghams instinct told him to get off the floor, the use of her legs was a curve ball; he had lost one of his swords which was disarmed once he felt her grip his wrist and dig her nails into the underside which connected to the palm of the hand. He decided to leave it, stepping up on his bad leg to attempt to get to his feet. He cried in pain as his ankle buckled and caused him to land on the floor. Mckayla used the opportunity to drop her claymore and grasp his bad leg. Pulling it firmly toward her she forced him onto his back and leaped onto him, almost straddling him her ass sat on his pelvis, legs pressed firmly on his body. She thrust her elbow down to hit his cheek. If this was a true battle she would have landed the blow. There was a silence between them, only labored breath from the fight was all they could hear. Mckayla could feel his cock against her thick bubble butt, blushing and feeling her nipples poke her sports bra.
"I...Win." She spoke. The timer stopped at two minutes, a stare lingered between them as she could feel her face burn, not only was he hung and cute, but he was a skilled fighter too. She slid off him making sure to feel his other tool rub on her body before she stood up. Extending her hand to him he took it and panted hard.
"Great fight. Next time make sure your leg isn't hurt." She said proudly, face still stern.
What followed the fight was the Valkyrie Squad dismissing the group, touting the last spar as the most impressive, those among Willinghams class looked at him impressed, except Troy who seemed more angry that such a great fight followed his less than stellar performance. The group stood and began to filter out, Willingham limped behind them as he walked out of the large, well equipped training facility (a place reserved only for current and former members of the Valkyrie Squad). The Squad all quietly spoke to each other, stating the lack of skills from the Tier 2's.
"Like did the boot camp ever give them melee experience?" A tall, slim and lightly tanned elf girl spoke in a slight worried tone.
"Doesn't look like it, Wendy's brother seemed quite talented." The pretty Asian human added, who scanned across the group who were leaving.
"That Lucy girl too from the last class, she kept up with me. If there wasn't a timer I think she might have got lucky."
"She might be someone to look out for in the future. What do you think Kayla?" The first squad member said. Mckayla wasn't paying attention, her gaze lingered on Willingham who left the room last, the sliding door shutting behind him.
"What?" She turned her head as she snapped back from her private thoughts.
"That Lucy girl from before. Think she has what it takes?"
"...Maybe...I dunno. Excuse me for a second." She started towards the exit with a spring in her step, leaving her squad mates to look at each other confused.
Willingham walked slowly down the hall, only the hum of the engines and ventilators keeping him company. He winced lightly after every step, wanting nothing more than to get home and rest his leg. During this time he peacefully thought about how well he did against the legendary Mckayla Petrova; and how up close and personal he got with her.
"Hey." He heard from behind him. Turning his head he saw the very same woman he was thinking about jog over to him, chest bouncing as she took every lunge. She stopped before him and looked into his eyes, resting her hands on her hips.
"Hey, whats up ma'am?" He muttered, quickly remembering to salute her. She scoffed and pulled his arm down back down.
"Please don't do that I hate salutes." She said simply.
"Oh, Sorry ma'am."
"And the ma'am stuff, I hate it." She closed her eyes and breathed. There was a short silence before she continued.
