Private Finished Kiss With a Fist

Lae was excited to be fighting one of these giant flying lizards of fire. He didn't look like much when he was disguised, normal, she'd say. It was hard to imagine a giant lizard behind that face, but Laemiri was willing to believe anything at this point.

Oh, he was a delicate thing. She assumed they all must have been like this! Easy to offend and all huffy huffy. Lae wouldn't hold it against him, but it certainly was humorous.

Looking at the court he'd assigned for them, more extensive than she thought his manor could hold, she gave a nod of approval and a broad grin.

She carried with her a long polearm with sharp, slightly curved blades at each end along with studded notches. Something made of unknown wood or a similar material. It was polished and gleaming in the light. Despite that it was in good condition, an experienced fighter could see that it was used and used frequently. There were some knicks and the gentle hue of old blood stains.

Laemiri wasn't nervous about how hard this fight would be; she'd been an avid player of faric and sithrik back home. Two games that always ended with one or more person coughing up blood or having a bone sticking out of their skin. It was all in good fun.

When Kenny called her moss head, Laemiri laughed. She took to unwrapping her top, knowing well she'd not be allowed to walk around the city without it. So, despite not wanting to, she'd worn it here.

"Terms, Turuk'maul?" She said this in a slightly teasing tone, as though the idea alone was preposterous. "Okay."

Laemiri thought a moment, completed undressing her top and held up three fingers. "The first to get struck three times is the loser. Sound fun, yeah? These strikes cannot be in succession. Once one person is hit, we will both back off and go again."

Lae grinned and nodded, watching him once the fight began. She was light on her feet, and her eyes gleamed with a certain predatory undertone. Their dark, iridescent purple color didn't help in that respect.

Laemiri didn't understand how people fought on this planet, yet, but it seemed peculiar that he would charge her with such a thin blade when she had a firmer weapon. Lae figured it was a strategy.

She was never one to take both feet off the ground near an opponent, so instead, Laemiri ducked down as smoothly as water and backed out of range of his blade, using the length of her polearm to her advantage to sweep at him, either forcing him backward or hitting him.

Lae was more wary of the electricity before all the mirror illusions came at her. She flipped over one and stabbed her polearm at it, realizing rather quickly that most of these things couldn't attack her.

But now: which was the real Kenny?

She turned and saw just as Kenny brought the dull end of the blade down at her. Reacting on pure instinct, Laemiri rose her arm and blocked the sword, parrying it away.

Against the rules, Laemiri stepped into him and rose her polearm, so the bladed end was pressed against his neck. She grinned.

"You win the game, but I win the war, Turuk'maul."

By the time Lae was on the ground, body still tickling with electric force and entirely out of breath, Kenny pinning her to the ground she stared at him lustfully.

"You are much more entertaining when you are...." she thought for a moment, but switched to her mother tongue, "Turuk'jaul.

"Strong lizard. Yes." She growled back at him, playful, before wrapping herself around him. "I like that. You are not so delicate, and you do not play by the rules. I still win though."

Laemiri smirked up at him, all condescending and smug. "I am never the spoils of war. I kill those who try to make me spoils of war, and I'll kill you too."

Before Lae had much more a chance to fight him on it, Kenny took her by the throat, his mouth on hers. The kiss was light an entirely different battle, and Lae was fine with that battle.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her hands in his hair to try and help flip their positions over so she could straddle him.

He was much stronger than he looked. Lae liked that. She liked his silly growls and his little threats. She liked even more than he meant those threats.

When her lips were free of his, Laemiri smiled sharkishly down at him, gyrating her hips against his. "Never trust the enemy in your bed," she said after having said the same line in Oleti only a second before.