Round 1 Fight 7 Part 2

Hanioc: It is a beautiful day here on the plains of Kaladinadar. The gods have smiled upon this appointed place and time for this battle of the Tournament of Pleasure.

Tik Tik: Pretty, pretty place, and pretty, pretty people.

H: Yes, indeed. The centaurs of Kaladinadar are known for their grace, strength, and beauty, and Charis is no exception to this trend. Plus, Maram is a thing of beauty personified. A literal object of desire, shackled to protect other, more fragile minds and bodies from being overwhelmed.

T: Sound scary. But, angels have no problem with him, right, right?

H: …

T: Hanioc?

H: Sorry, where were we?

T: Calling the start!

H: Ah, yes. Let the battle begin!

Charis towers over the smaller humanoid, charging at him and utilizing her speed and size to her advantage. Maram holds his hands up in front of him, a wall of purple flame shooting up from the ground. He shows no concern nor exertion in the creation of the fire. Charis rears back, her front legs kicking, keeping the distance between the two.

Maram’s robe rolls off his shoulder. He grabs for it, pulling it up to cover the once-exposed skin. Charis’s eyes focused on that exposure, her cheeks reddening, and her breath growing shallow. She backs up, keeping her distance from him and running around him in a circle. The other centaurs murmur and nod towards the strange man.

Meanwhile, the amulet around Tik Tik’s neck glows, and she clasps her hand upon it. “Tik Tik no understand… what is feeling?”

Hanioc’s voice rises from all around, echoing in the hearts and minds of everyone there. “The power he has is astounding. To keep us all safe, that amulet holds his leash.

Charis gallops around in the circle, keeping her eyes upon him, looking for a chance to get closer to him and to strike through his intimidating defense.

“I’m no underdog,” she calls out. “I am an equestrian beauty, and I am strong.”

Maram runs a hand through his hair, not responding to her, but saying a lot with no words necessary.

Charis takes a sharp turn, running head-on towards the magical man. He issues forth another pillar of flame, but she hops up high into the air, tackling right into him, knocking him into the ground, and knocking the wind out of his body.

Her large, muscled, warm equine body presses against Maram’s form. Her humanoid half sits up tall, arms folded over her chest as she pins him down. “Ha… there…” she begins, her voice heavy with breathy gasps. “No fire… can scare… Charis…

Maram sighs, his eyes fluttering, resting in a half-lidded smolder.

Charis catches onto his eyes, biting her lip. Her tail twitches, and her back legs shifting around as warmth builds up deep inside her core. “This… is a sex fight…” she says.

Maram sighs when he hears this, looking away from her and closing her eyes. “I know all too well.”

“I have bested you in the combat…” Charis adds.

He nods.

She shakes her head and stands up, giving him room to wiggle out. He takes this opportunity, but a hoof falls onto his tattooed chest, pinning him down to the ground, knocking the air out of him.

With her hands on her hips, she leans her body down against him, pressing harder against him with her weight. “What kind of warrior are you? You are no real fighter.”

“I know that, too!” He says, his hands spread against the ground, keeping himself pinned down before her.

“You could have done much more with your magic.”

“Yes,” he responds.

“You’re letting me humiliate you.” She lifts her hoof, then presses it down against him again, tapping against his perfect skin a couple times. “Why.”

“Because, that is what you want.”

There is a murmur among the crowds of centaurs. The horse people, tall and small, all have their eyes upon her and her opponent. Charis looks to them from the corner of her eye, but she cannot manage any more than that.

“You wish to dominate and humiliate others, but not to harm them, but to help with their repressed desires.”

“You dont’ know anything about me,” she hisses. She lifts her other front leg, hoof hovering above Maram’s head. “I could end this fight right here and now before you can mess with my head.”

“I am doing nothing but speaking the truth to you, Charis. It is my curse to know all about my partners’ hidden desires, and without my say, the world around me makes it, so the other gets what they want.”

“How will you win a fight, then?” She asks.

“I suppose, then, someone has to want to lose. Someone will have to want to keep themselves from leaving home and from totally irrevocably changing life’s course going forward.”

Charis breathes heavily, her shoulders back, her glance shooting around towards everyone watching her. She thought she was ready to be a champion. Charis felt that she wanted everyone to be proud of her. But she sees their frowns. She watches their confused looks. Was it truly worth it, going forward?

While she is worried about this, Tik Tik feels the heat building up within her, too. She looks up to the sky, asking, “Hanioc. What happening?”

“We are at an impasse. If Charis gives in to his words and lets him escape, then he’ll be free to unleash all of his potentials, and I’m afraid no one will be able to defeat him.”