Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

Deidarmia felt the air in her lungs blast out of her, replaced with a quaking, rippling pain that was born from the place where Uther's knee had collided with her gut and had gone outward, clamoring up her body in a way that nearly pushed a yelp out of her if not for the fact that she was gritting her teeth around the sound. Well. She'd been 'Kellar'd, and she could suddenly see why that blundering idiot had gotten so very angry. She had to think quickly though, even as pain addled her senses, and her mind pointlessly supplied her with the fact that leaned over like this, her teacher could practically give her a spanking and she wouldn't be able to do much about it. A better fighter had more of a chance to fondle her than half the men who had wanted to, but had been left sprawled in various states of injury to watch their spar. She huffed out a laugh instead of that sound of pain that had been bitten down and swallowed, and taking advantage of the fact that his grip on her arms was holding her aloft at that angle, she lifted one of her legs and slammed her own knee into the man's thigh just near to his knee. With any luck, it'd send them both toppling and she could roll out of his grip, but given this man's strength and practiced nature, she would count herself lucky if it caused him to loosen his iron-like hold on her arms. She was already pulling at his hold when she found herself over his knee without him relinquishing it, but he was vastly stronger than her-- she'd have to distract him to get loose. She tried to think of other fights, other things she'd successfully managed to get out of situations like this, but all her mind could conjure just then, disorganized by the pain that was forming into a substantial ache, was Quinn. Most of the times she could remember any man getting a good hit in on her Quinn had been there to take the advantage, never one to worry too much about her when he'd long known it'd take more than a beating to get her rattled. He was always there to trip, punch, or in the occasional dramatic show of force headbutt someone when they had a hold of her, and she did much the same for him every time he got himself into a rough spot with a particular assailant. She bitterly tried to clear the thought away as she gave in to the idea of falling to the ground if it meant she could get away, twisting her body to try and force Uther's grip to open after her harsh jab to his thigh. She was hear to learn how to protect Quinn-- it wouldn't be okay anymore, to let anyone strike him so she could come in and take her own blow-- and like Uther had said, he might not need her to anymore. She had to be able to hold her own, if he was going to grow to be a powerful witch... as obvious as it was in her mind that they'd walk away from this school together, she suddenly had the striking, brilliant thought that she ought to be worthy of him before she settle into that idea. Alluna had just arrived down in the guardian's training quarters to a very interesting sight. Part of it was incredibly common, a trail of injured young men all watching, winded and put in their place. She'd expect no less of Uther, really, even after the years they'd been apart. What was unique about this particular scene however, was that Uther had in his grasp, a woman-- small, but muscular, with dark hair and tan skin, a pretty thing that had just gotten a mere taste of the older trainer's combat prowess. She leaned herself on one of the carved wooden beams on the side of the dusty training space to watch, her own powerful, alabaster arms crossed over her chest and a smile gracing her full lips. He might catch sight of her while he was brawling with this last trainee, but it was no matter, she didn't expect him to fall prey to distraction even in such a surprise. She wasn't difficult to see, even in the fall of night, her skin and hair a brilliant white and her clothes similarly light, ethereal shades, a robe wrapped around her that was tied at the middle with a winding sash, one of her thick, pale thighs tipping out of the slit of the fabric and the top of it hanging loose to reveal the curves of her cleavage, enhanced by the press of her arms. This was a bit... heavy handed, she was aware, but well... she'd come down to the guardian quarters with a specific purpose in mind, and she hardly was one for subtlety in these matters. She glanced over at the men who were left, some of them gawking at her with what seemed to be worry in a way that made her raise a brow. What were they looking so addled about? She was albino, but that wasn't that terribly frightening was it? Perhaps her reputation had proceeded her? No matter. She would discuss it with Uther once he was done with last, trainee. It was a surprise to Alluna that the poor girl didn't faint upon impact, but that in itself was bound to be exciting for Uther when he could so easily send the new recruits into unconsciousness with nothing more than three blows. The girl had kneed Uther's thigh and was twisting her body like a fish trying to squeeze out of net, and Alluna clicked her tongue, not meaning to draw attention to herself, but unable to avoid comment. Sloppy. Very sloppy. And desperate. Her mind must have been somewhere other than the fight to give Uther a second go at kneeing her, or worse yet, tripping her up and sending her to the ground where he might pin her and end the session all together. That would be an exciting end of things, if the girl fancied men of such caliber-- Alluna remembered well after all, a variety of times in the past where she'd found herself underneath Uther, sweating and aching and thrilled, soundly beaten but certainly not displeased about it. Deidarmia continued to struggle, too distracted with the task at hand to notice the wandering eyes of the men left over, or to hear the disapproving cluck of the woman who watched at the side, in her last attempt to get free and force them both over, she slammed her side into Uther's abdomen, seeing only one way out of this particular position.