Hello everyone, sorry it took so long. I had an idea for a Vulpes fic and I wanted to get it started before I lost my train of thought.(Please read it if your interested!) Anyways, thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter and I hope you enjoy!
The Courior stood facing Otho in the Legion arena.
When she challenged him to a match he had no choice but to accept. She was now his superior officer, after all.
The crowd was thick around the arena. Most came to see a weak and stupid woman, who earned her position through trickery, die. A few came to see if she really could live up to the hype of her reputation. Both groups stood silent as the match began.
"Oh Ortho...if only you knew how long I have awaited this match." she said with a smile.
"Humph." he scowled "Ill make you eat those words woman!"
"We'll see who's eating what by the time this match is over." she replied as she took her battle stance. Even though it was not voiced, everyone knew this was not just a simple arena match. This tiny, insignificant battle would let the Legionaries know whether she was the weak little woman they expected, or a ferocious warrior to be both respected and feared.
She knew the importance of the outcome of this match, that's partly why she chose to battle Otho. He had made it clear from the start he did not respect her because of her gender. She had heard him say it to her face and to other Legionaries. "That woman's only use would be to suck my dick." she recalled him saying loudly to some other men of the Legion. He was the perfect metaphor for the opposition she would meet in the Legion. Now she would crush him, both metaphorically and literally.
"Begin!" a man finally shouted.
Ortho immediately lunged at her with his machete. She quickly side stepped, avoiding his attack. While his back was still turned she crouched to the ground and swung her blade backwards, severing his Achilles tendon. "Agh!" he gasped in pain as he fell to the ground. The Courier then got up and walked over to the wounded man, slicing the his other foots tendon when she arrived. She then kicked him over so he laid on his back. "Gah! Y-you cunt!" he shouted. Her eyes narrowed before stepping on his throat. Ortho tried to push her foot of with his hands, leaving the rest of his body open. She smiled. She had been playing this out in her head for a long time, she knew if she was going to be respected, she had to be brutal. The Courier, not removing her foot from his neck, bent down and reached up his uniform. She then quickly pulled down his underwear and exposed him to the crowd.
She could hear the shocked murmors from the audence, they were music to her ears.
She then brought her weapon down, quickly slicing through his genitals, severing them from the rest of his body. She then picked up her prizes. Dropping his sack beside his head, she took her boot and crushed the left side of it, making a sick popping sound directly in his ear. The Courier looked over to Ortho. His face was drained of all color and held a mixture of pain and disbelief in its expression.
She leaned in towards him, smiling. "Remember that time you said my only use would be sucking your dick?" she asked him. She knew of course that he could not answer her. Hell, for all she knew he could already be to far gone to even know what was going on. She then looked at his severed member she held in her hand. "Ive always had a thing for irony." She stepped back on his trough a little harder than before, causing him to open his mouth to try and fight for air. Then, as she stared into his eyes, she rammed her fist, penis in hand, into his mouth and down his throat. He jerked and gurgled for several moments. until his body finally went limp.
The Courier looked down at the dead man for a few seconds before walking gracefully to the center of the arena and taking in the sight of the stunned crowd.
"Let any who question if I am a force to be reckoned with, look upon this sight!" She nodded her head towards Ortho. "I am Legion, and I will be given the respect I deserve!" She then held up Otho's sack, cupping the un-crushed side in her hand and squeezed it until that grizzly pop was heard again.
The gates of the arena opened to a silent crowd. As she stepped out, the Courier caught sight of a nearby slave and tossed her the dead mans sack. "Here," she said before trowing it, "I want this made into a coin purse."
Lanius stood among the silent mass and watched the Courier woman do battle in the arena. He was curious about her after their meeting at Hoover Dam. He had found her attractive at the time, he even thought about taking her after the battle was over. Not courting her or anything, just taking her, like he did with any other woman he ever wanted. But this woman...she was different, and he saw that now. She couldn't be bound and brought to his tent by a Legion recruit at his whim. He wasnt entirely sure what to do. Did he...court her? That's what men outside the Legion did.
There was one thing he was sure of, he had never seen a sight more beautiful than the one he witnessed that day in the arena.