Re: The Sea of Grass (ToC Arena)
Krav'a didn't have time to recover from the knight's last slash, didn't have time to prepare herself for what came next. The catgirl nimbly got down into a crouching position and then leaped forward, slicing diagonally with her blade, but when the orc moved to parry the blow her opponent crouched down again, not following through. Too fast, the orc couldn't keep up, and though she tried to hop back out of the way it only left her off balance as the catgirl spun herself, her blade hitting Krav'a at the side of her stomach and powering right through. She let out a sharp grunt, a grimace crossing her face as the sword tore through her armor and the vulnerable flesh below, the bit of protection the leather offered the only thing that prevented her from spilling her entrails onto her opponent. Instead she unleashed a spray of blood, fairly coating the knight's armor. It was quite the painful sensation... much moreso than anything she had felt thus far, and as she tumbled helplessly into the tall grass she dropped her swords, the strength leaving her hands. She hit the ground with a thud, drawing a sharp cry from the wounded orc as it jostled her wound. She clutched at it, felt how it gaped beneath her armor, blood pouring out of her more rapidly than her body could bear.
"Fuck" she growled with a ragged breath, laying flat and holding her belly as her body began to go into shock, her green skin starting to pale... And then, just as quickly as the blade had struck her she felt the damage stabilize and then start to reverse thanks to the magic of the realm. "Fuck!" she groaned again, knowing full well that if she had been back in the "real" world the best case scenario for her would be one last quick swing of her opponent's sword, and that more likely she would have been left to bleed out in the grass. Here, however... As the wound in her stomach finally closed, leaving behind only torn and bloodstained armor as proof it had ever existed, she swore to herself to learn from this and every other such experience in this realm, to use the unique opportunity to fail without lasting consequence to better herself as much as possible.
Krav'a's strength returned only in a slow trickle, and she let out one more "fuck!" as she slowly pushed herself up onto her knees, her legs quivering with the effort. "It was... quite a fight" she replied, getting her hands under her and lifting herself to all fours, panting as the adrenaline slowly drained out of her, lifting her head to look at the assembled crowd up on the ridge that had watched the fight. With one last bout of effort she pushed herself into a kneeling position and held there, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. It was a testament to her strength of body and will that she was able to move to such an extent so soon, though she was taxing herself to her limits. "So, what now?" she asked plainly, her eyes still closed as she rested herself as much as she was allowed. Many fucked their fallen opponents when circumstances of sexuality allowed for it, and the orc had to wonder what the catgirl's preferences were...