Ch 2.81: Tilt_ENF Academy: For Some Reason, She Can Only Save the World if She鈥檚 Naked

Ch 2.81: Tilt

 ina wasn’t ready, not for the round to start, not for Prisma to lunge at her, for the snake-like de to strike out. Her legs were still halfway to buckling from the orgasm, barely able to step back as the rapier darted forward, tapping her on the knee.

 “Point!” Shein said, the crowd offering a mild approval. “Maybe she’s trying to get used to this; her legs are shaking after all.”

 ina did have time to collect herself, nt her feet down as Prisma stepped back. ina thought the girl was moving awkwardly, and she was, shuffling back without baring her front to the audience.

 It was bad, ina knew, that she’d lost once already. Prisma was the better fencer in skill by far, and ina hadn’t really practiced much since theirst bout. She had the minor boost in speed from being level three now, but the incremental increases in her physical ability between levels weren’t anywhere near the vast increase she’d gotten upon first receiving her ss.

 “Start!” Shein said, both contestants moving at once this time. Even though the gain was smallparatively, ina was faster now. Maybe it was that, maybe it was the little bit of extra practice, but she was managing to keep up with Prisma somehow, parry, sidestep, attack. They were trading blows this time, a thing ina had never been able to dost time. Am I that much better?

 Whatever it was, she needed to press whatever advantage she could. She remembered their first duel, the one way she’d been able to to score a point, and mmed her rapier towards her opponent. Prisma blocked, just like ina knew she would, but the force was too much, and Prisma’s rapier flew to the side, overwhelmed by the strength of someone with a ss. This is it!

 Prisma sidestepped the follow through, just an inch away from ina’s de. But that wasn’t all, as ina’s sword crashed into the wooden stage Prisma’s was moving in a circle, rotating at that same speed as ina’s, the spin of Prisma’s wrist propelled by the same strike that ina had knocked it away with. The dull de dug into ina’s breast, causing her to shout out in pain.

 “Point!” Shein said. “And that one looked like it hurt. Remember, folks, always where proper protective undergarments when practicing fencing. Or at least some at all.”

 ina bit her lip, failing to ignore theughter at thatment as she rubbed her breast. That only made it more embarrassing she knew, but that had hurt, and there was no [Pain Response] to dull the blow, transfer it into something much more ptable. Even without that skill though, the sting of the blow right across her nipple was distracting, a lovely little ce to be rubbing against. She found herself biting her lip in a different way, shaking her head to distract from the tingling going through her body.

 Shein was nice enough to give her enough of a break to fall back into her stance, at least. Maybe she was just letting the crowd get their enjoyment out of the disy though. The crowd. Impossible to ignore, necessary to ignore. In any other situation it may have been a boon, but without her aspect it was meaningless, a blinding distraction.

 “Start!”

 ina was ready this time, really ready. She wasn’t going to go for tricks either. It was match point against her, and she knew Carly still hadn’t been able to win against Prisma during fencing ss, so ina needed to give it everything she had. At the very least, she needed to wear Prisma out, give Carlyter on the best chance at victory.

 Their swords shed again, ina focusing on defense, keeping her feet nted and fending off Prisma’s attacks. There was something about this way of fighting defensively that felt right, reacting to Prisma’s attacks instead of going on the offensive. It wasn’t ina’s usual way of fighting, but it was working surprisingly well. She needed to figure out why it was working, exploit that, but “working well” against on of the Fireguard sisters was a rtive expression, and it didn’t leave much room for thinking.

 As they moved across the stage though, as ina danced to the side to dodge an attack, she saw an opening, saw the way she could win. She didn’t attack after the sidestep, just kept walking, circling around Prisma as the girl kept her foot nted, futilly chasing after ina with the tip of her sword as ina ran past. ina just kept running, tapping the back of Prisma’s leg as she passed by, catching her bouncing chest as she slowed down.

 “Point! And a fun one at that. Return to stations.” ina barely heard the instructions, doing her best to keep her eyes off the crowd as she walked back behind Prisma.

 It was one thing to exploit, the fact that Prisma still had a bit of modesty to lose in this fight, but that wasn’t it, ina knew. Prisma seemed slower, evenpared to ina’s new speed, evenpared to the fact that she was holding herself back from rotating. She was nothingpared to how ina had perceived her before, nothingpared to—

 Koh. It wasn’t that Prisma was slower. She was the same, but ina had seen what true speed was, the pinnacle of human swordy. It wasn’t even just speed, but the way the sword move, jumped through the air, seemed alive itself when Koh fought. ina had only seen it once, only experienced the piercing bite a couple of times, but the memory of it lingered.

 “Start!” Prisma was on the attack again, and ina knew from experience that a trick like passing her by wouldn’t work again. Maybe if she was really lucky it would work a second time, but never a third.

 Still, the serpent that was Prisma’s sword wasn’t unbeatable, not anymore. ina could sense the fang’s momentum, the desperate de looking to bite into her flesh, and she was able to repel it, asionallying mere inches, less than an inch even from getting hit, but that was far enough away.

 Prisma wasn’t as concerned about her modesty this time either. She wasn’t baring her entire body to the crowd like ina, but she had no problem turning her body, twisting her waist when needed. Still, ina didn’t give up, pressed when she could, retreated when she had to, and then finally it happened. As Prisma struck out, her de gently gliding across the t of ina’s sword, ina struck back, a quick flick, like vipershing out from the brush. It caught only the tip of Prisma’s knuckle, a bare graze. ina had scored a point, no tricks, just a clean strike.

 Prisma jumped back, sword still raised, and the room watched in silence. ina looked over to Shein, who was still staring between thebatants, intently watching, not calling the round. She didn’t see the point! It happened behind Prisma’s hand from her view!

 Out the corner of her eye ina saw her iing defeat, Prisma moving at lightning speed. Of all the ways it could have ended, this would be the worst. She barely had time to look back as the tip of the de touched skin and Shein finally called out, “Point!”

 It wasn’t ina that was hit though. Prisma had stepped forward for what ina thought was the finishing blow, but instead ced her finger on the tip of ina’s de. “She touched me before,” Prisma said over the dulled crowd. “It just wasn’t a good angle for the referee.”

 The crowd erupted at that disy of fair conduct as Prisma turned around, really turned around, no concern at all that her body was exposed to the crowd as she fell back into her stance. “That’s one real one for each of us, and one gimmick one. We’re even,” she said.

 “Right,” ina said, still in her stance from before. This is was it, thest point, and she knew it was gloves off for both of them now. They weren’t holding back, no more tricks would work, and she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if they did anyway.

 “Start!”

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Ch 2.81: Tilt