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dylansandy1993

You seem to have a lot of ideas even I don't have a clue about half of what you on about, I assume you're making references to certain anime, and I encourage you to write your own version of a Dimensional Traveller CYOA story so you can explore those ideas.

As for the food he has money and so can go shopping.

aaronwilliams525

Jump-Chan is a part of Jumpchain and won't appear in any other stories.

Chronus1326

Fallout is a fun place to visit what with the cannibals, super mutants, dangerous animals, raiders, aliens and feral ghouls. He can go back there to pick up more cool stuff as long as he doesn't hang around. As for the lasers that would depend on what kind of vampires he has to deal with.

I don't think I'll bother with any Harry Potter stuff in this story as I've done so much with it. As for a space ship, I have some ideas, but I wouldn't mind some suggestions.

Alan

It will be somewhat like my Planeswalker story since The Dimensional Traveller is a lot like a Planeswalker.

I don't think there is any potential for Emma to evolve.

john777

Empowering Emma would be rather pointless as she's a sex slave and maid who never leaves the safety of the pocket dimension.

Thanks for the support

Tiwa Vol

Thank you

Author Note

I moved the final part of the last chapter here so as to make the chapter more even in size.

Dimensional Traveller CYOA

Part 5

The Traveller's Pocket Dimension.

Since the contest would not begin until tomorrow I had plenty of time to prepare and I planned to spend this night relaxing before testing my fighting skills. I did not actually need to sleep, but I did prefer to get proper rest and tomorrow I would need to be at my very best.

I was standing under the hot water as I stood in the shower when I heard someone enter my private bathroom, my girls had to share the other one, and a moment after the door had opened I felt a pair of hands slide around my body followed by a pair of arms wrapping around me.

"Thank you," a naked Faith said softly as I turned around and hugged her, Faith wasn't the hugging type so I figured that this was a one-off thing "For coming to save me when I was in the hospital".

I wouldn't have called that saving her, it had been more of a recruitment effort, but if it meant so much I wasn't going to quibble over her choice of words.

"No might deal, I wanted you as one of my girls," I said.

I still had a room I could give over to someone I should see to filling it with an attractive woman who could be useful to me, but I could think more on that later. Right now a very sexy lady needed my attention.

"Am I?" she asked as she stared into my eyes "One of your girls I mean".

Well, she'd signed the contract. Granted she was mine in a different way than Emma or the two pokegirls since I owned them in a very real sense.

"Of course you are," I told her as I leaned down to kiss her "You're all mine, Faith".

This might seem odd since the Dark Slayer was a loner type and certainly a strong woman, but deep down most people just want to be accepted by others and to be part of something bigger than themselves. That's why you can always find people willing to devote themselves to a nation or to a religion. The Dark Slayer was really no different, and while she'd never ever admit it to anyone, she wanted someone to take care of her.

She moaned into my mouth as my hands began to slide down her smooth wet back so that I could cup her nice round ass with my hands. I then slipped my hands between her thighs just before I started rubbing her already wet pussy. This elicited an even happier sound from her, and she moaned some more as my fingers started to explore her pussy. Faith's hand reached down and grasped my already hard meat rod. She started stroking it as our tongues duelled and we both really got into the kissing.

"I want you in me now," Faith practically growled as we broke the kiss "Come on Daddy, fuck me".

Happy to oblige I lifted her up by her hips and let her position my rod at her entrance before letting her drop a little. Her pink little pussy engulfed my cock as I allowed her weight to pull her down onto me. She kept her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms around my neck. Thankfully while Slayers are very strong and tough their powers are mystically based so they don't weigh any more than other women.

"Oh!" she said as she arched her back and grasped the back of my head with one of her hands "that's the spot".

Faith then looked into my eyes, and I saw mischief in them as she started work her thighs. She had some really fine muscle control so she was able to squeeze my dick with her cunt as we let the hot water run over us. As best we could given the tight space we were in, we moved together, and I picked up the pace once we got a rhythm going.

"That feels so fucking good," she panted between thrusts.

I was able to mumble something back, which made her smirk at me before she decided there should be more kissing. Only it didn't last long as soon we were both far too focused on the sex we were having to even think of anything else. It became a game to see who could make the other cum first as we thrust pelvis against pelvis. At this point in the coupling, she was working her internal muscles with gusto.

"Daddy, I want to feel your hot spunk inside me. Don't you want to cum in me?" she purred into my ear as she increased the speed of the thrusting "Come on Daddy don't disappoint this bad girl".

Faith sure had some father issues, not that I minded, they made her even sexier.

"Oh yes, you do want to cum in me, don't you?. That's it cum in me, Daddy. Fill me full of your hot stuff" she urged "Oh Daddy!".

Her dirty talk became too much as so I shoved my cock to the hilt inside her snatch and began firing hot semen into her womb. When she'd finally stopped shaking and clinging to me she stood on shaky legs.

"That was amazing," she told me.

Indeed it had been.

"Yes, it was," I told her with a smile.

Faith soon grabbed a sponge and offered to clean me. This was an offer that I kindly accepted although it was rather unexpected coming from her.

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Camelot. Albion.

Even with the sturdy shield, that I'd recently purchased just for this event from a local who made them, I felt the power of the blow as it connected with me. The knight who wore expensive-looking purple silks with his armour, and who swung the two-handed sword he used in battle with remarkable ease, had the misfortune of having been selected as my first opponent in this contest and while to the audience it might seem as if he was winning, and that he wouldn't mind crushing me as part of his victory, I was far more in control here than they would ever know.

At any point during this display of our combat skills, I could have easily used my telekinetic powers to cause the knight I battled against to trip or lose control of his sword, and everyone would put it down to bad luck, but I would not win this contest by such means, instead, I endured the blows while knowing that my healing powers would prevent any real damage from getting done to me.

My armour was superior to anything worn by the locals even without the enchantments, it needed to be as it was meant to protect the wearer from the claws/fangs of a feral pokegirl, and the metallurgy used to create the armour was centuries ahead of what they had here, but that didn't mean it was a good idea to get hit. Everything has its limits.

The large knight started to tire, no matter how much training he'd done, and no matter how strong he might be when compared to a commoner, swinging around a two-handed sword is not easy and adrenaline only lasts for so long, so I endured his mighty blows and when he stopped moving I bashed him with the shield, which I would need to have replaced and then I swung my sword making sure to aim for a while protected part of the knight's body.

Killing him would be acceptable, however, it would be not encouraged and given that the knight in purple was now staggering to his feet there was really no reason to strike him again. It would be considered dishonourable to strike in him down when I had already won.

The crowd cheered for me as I made my way off the field and I saw two servants start to drag the worn-out knight off the field. No doubt Gauis, the court physician and one of the main characters in the show, would tend to the men and place him on the road to recovery. If I cared enough I could heal myself, only that wouldn't be worth the risk since it might seem like magic.

Merlin offered to check me out for injuries, as he was assisting his mentor, but I waved him away as even if I needed any attention I didn't want the warlock around me. I wasn't magical, but since I had enhancements of a supernatural origin, and because Faith's power came from a mystical source he might pick up on how truly alien we were in this world. Hopefully, he would be too busy by the prince he served and be further distracted by that guy was who using magic to cheat.

If he thought that we were a threat, and we very easily could become that, he might decide to strike first. In theory, my powers protected me against magic, yet I'd rather not test that against Merlin because he was Merlin, and while a hostile spell should not affect me directly, he could still use his powers to throw weapons at me, command an animal to attack us, or bring a roof down on Faith and myself.

"Not a bad fight, boss," said Faith as I retreated inside my fancy tent.

Well, it was more than a tent, it was a Knight's Pavilion, so while it somewhat worked as a tent, it served also as a luxurious home away from home for the travelling knight, a place of respite after a strenuous day on the battlefield or to use when taking a break from jousting. While I'd never been a knight, I could pretend to be one, or something close just for this contest.

"I'm no Slayer" I replied.

The expense of the pavilion, which I'd been able to purchase locally, combined with stocking it with food, wine, a bed and everything, hadn't been cheap, this along with bribes would make this trip really unprofitable if neither Faith nor I won, not that this really mattered much as I plenty of ways of making more money and we were here to experience this event, too see the sights, and to stop at the markets and maybe attend a feast.

I wanted to experience the more glamours aspects of medieval life without having to suffer through the less pleasant parts, such as the injustices, the famines, the plagues, and the poor levels of personal hygiene and total lack of proper sanitation. Although the people of Camelot seemed rather well off compared to what I would have expected for a peasant population at this low level of advancements. Then again Camelot was the most powerful and most wealthy kingdom in Albion at very least, so really it wasn't so odd that they had a relativity decent standard of living.

"My next fight isn't until this afternoon" mentioned my companion "So what are we going to do?".

The real event was much larger than on TV since reality doesn't have concern itself with sets, costumes and hiring extras, and since the event only happened once every ten years the people who'd set it up had plenty of time to prepare. Because things were well-paced and there were so many fighters that no one had to fight more than twice a day, as such neither Faith nor I would need to do anything much until this afternoon.

This also meant that there was much going on than just the contest. There were feasts, one of which I'd been invited to this evening, there were plenty of other entertainments taking place that we could wander around and check out, such as puppet shows, mock battles with wooden swords, bards, animal entertainments using dogs, bears and other creatures, that would be banned by my time, and we found all sorts of food on offer.

"We should do some shopping," I said.

I'd been able to do some currency exchange with the royal mint, coins from Camelot were rather large and made with more gold than I'd expected, so I'd had to fork over a lot of coins from other lands to fill my purse with the currency of the natives, and it was worthwhile since the market here in Camelot sold so much of interest.

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Camelot. Albion.

The marketplace was crowded and dirty, the ground had turned to mud thanks to the early morning rainfall and the passage of some many people, and while this city was cleaner than it should be, that didn't mean that my boots weren't going to need a good polish later. Thankfully I had Emma to do such chores for me.

While it was tempting to return to the Citadel and do some more reading I couldn't spend all my time with my nose in a book, it would be a total waste of powers to just keep reading about far off places and peoples when I could actually go meet them. The worse threat around should only be pickpockets.

I'd gone to large outdoor markets like this before on Earth and aside from the sheer amount of weapons for sale here at the market, because of so many fighters visiting, this market really wasn't that different, at least in the sense that it was filled with people trying to sell me stuff that I didn't need or want.

Well, mostly it was full of stuff that I had no need of, such as fine linens and cloths, or even silks from far off lands. Nor did I require the fleeces of sheep, or hides from cattle. I did not desire any bottles of wine, which was expensive here as if nothing else glass wasn't cheap to make, and I had no desire to buy barrels of ale or mead.

I'd not gotten drunk in a good long while and I felt fairly sure that I could get drunk again as I'd become immune to poisons and alcohol was a poison. I could still enjoy wine, beer and such for the taste, only I didn't really like any of them enough to drink them just for the taste. Not that they had much in the way of soft drinks around here.

The water would be fine for me to drink as I was immune to disease and I didn't even need to eat or drink anyway, but Faith did since her powers didn't work like mine did so she was embracing the festivities while eating and drinking a lot.

She'd sampled many much of what the people here had to sell, such as the mead, rustic beers, and wild fruit wines they made locally. I sampled a few and while they were nice enough, I felt more drawn to the food on offer.

A lot of the stalls sold the necessities of life, as well as a surprisingly wide selection of foodstuffs, include fresh fruit, such as pears, apples, or plums, and many types of vegetables, eggs, butter, and a few kinds of meat. Goose meat was a common sight at this market, but in my time it wasn't often seen nor was a dead pheasant. At least not by me. I avoided eating pigeon as I knew them to be flying rats.

Of course, they lacked food preservatives other than salt and they didn't have refrigeration so I only ate local food that looked as if it had been cooked as while I shouldn't be able to end up a stomach ache I didn't know if spoiled food counted as poison or not.

With Faith at my side, I walked past a stall that had seemed to cater towards those who had a bit more money than the average peasant, the merchant sold rugs, jugs, wooden carvings of moderate quality, and other items my eyes on only skimmed over.

My attention was soon diverted to a jewellery stand. Which were not like the jewellery stores of my time, which tended to be filled with overpriced mass-produced shiny stuff, instead every piece for sale was handmade by a craftsman who'd spent years mastering his craft and yet despite how primitive the tools of this time could be the stuff on offer looked very well done.

In addition to basic forms of personal jewellery such as rings, necklaces, bracelets, and brooches, that were common enough in what I thought of as modern times, medieval jewellery often included a range of other forms less often found in modern jewellery stores, such as fittings and fasteners for clothes including, buckles, and buttons, as well as what I mentally labelled as hat badges, decorations for belts, weapons, purses and other accessories, and decorated pins, mostly for holding hairstyles and head-dresses in place.

My attention was drawn to neck chains that carried a variety of pendants. I was thinking of buying Twilight and Velma each a present, as a sign of my growing affection towards them, something I mentioned to Faith as while she had little interest in this sort of trinkets, unless they were enchanted items, she would still have a better understanding of what a female would want from me than I would.

"How about this?" I asked the Dark Slayer.

She examined the bracelet that was made out of amber and gold, I thought it was pretty, as much as I could admire something that way. Stuff like this it no worth to me, as I valued knowledge far more than anything material.

"It's shiny" was all she had to say on the matter.

That was good enough for me because as far as I knew most chicks like shiny things. Now to find something for the other poke.

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Camelot. Albion.

I brought up my shield just in time to block the blow of the mace that would have struck my shoulder, or even my head if I hadn't reacted so quickly. My new shield, the last one had needed to be replaced, was the finest that money could buy, and while scanning all the shields for sale in the market place had been risky, it had been worth it in order to ensure I had the best one money could buy. The hand scanner that I'd found in the Pocket Dimension was able to tell me a lot about the things it scanned.

Right now my concern was focused on the giant of man, he was tall even by my standards, who was trying to beat me down with mace. It was a blunt instrument in more than one use of the word, however, it was still heavy and the man swinging it about, who was a knight from this part of Albion, could put a lot of strength behind each blow. Like the man with the two-handed sword who'd I'd fought earlier, this knight would tire long before I did.

The crowd were loving every second of this, I hoped this was because the knight I faced was one of Camelot's, and not because they wanted to see me get clobbered into a sticky paste or at least a bruised mess. Lucky for me my reflexes and strength, which while not exactly superhuman, were keeping me safe, and already the man's blows were slowing down. Hardly unexpected given the sheer weight of his weapon as well as the armour he wore.

I blocked blow after blow, knowing that if my shield broke or if I missed a strike I would be trouble, but I kept myself safe and I wore the local knight down. When I could his breathing over the cheering of the crowd I knew it was time to go on the offensive. Soon I would end this fight and be one step closer to becoming champion, assuming I got that far.

It was risky using the same tactic as I had earlier in the day but the knights I'd faced, I'd only gone up against them, had been trained to overwhelm a foe with their superior skill and physical power, as well to stay in control of the fight, so I'd been forced to act defensively. It didn't help that all my experience with real fighting were memories I'd inherited rather than my own.

This time I didn't just block the blow, I used my shield to force the knight's mace aside and then I swung my sword around. The knight brought up his shield to block, and from that moment on he lost the momentum of the fight. When that happened he'd already lost the match.

Most serious duels were over rather quickly with the stronger, and most often then more skilled, warrior overpowered his foe's defences before going in for the kill. During a contest such as this, both knights held back so as not to kill or seriously injure each other, and they fought to entertain as much as to show off their skills everyone watching, so they would let things drag out even if it meant risking an injury. Knights were pretty much the rock stars of this time period and so they had to entertain the crowd.

Now I was working to end the match rather than to make the crowd happy. Using my shield, which would already need repainting in black and gold, the colours I'd chosen to display, I bashed into the larger warrior with such force that he started to topple backwards. For a moment it looked as he might regain his balance, however, I didn't allow this, and once more I used my new toy to unbalance the enemy knight, who fell to the ground.

He couldn't simply get back up, since he was tired and in full armour, and before he could attempt to roll out of the way I had my sword pointing at his heart. It wouldn't penetrate the armour he wore as I wasn't applying enough pressure and his chest was well protected, but the move made it clear that I considered him to be defeated.

Perhaps I could have let the man get up and carry on fighting, however, given his breathing I didn't think he'd last long even if he got back on his feet, and the knight knew it. He let go of his shield and mace, and I did the same before helping the man to his feet showing him that I had accepted his surrender with some sportsmanship.

Despite it having looked as if I was going to get pulverised mere moments ago as far as the crowd were concerned, I'd turned the tables against what looked to be a superior foe, and as I helped the man I'd just defeated to get off the field the crowd cheered all the more loudly.

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Pocket Dimension.

If I had paid for Emma I would have considered it money well spent regardless of the cost as she was very good with her hands, something she proved as I was lying on my bed on top of some fluffy towels as she worked wonders on my muscles. I didn't need this rubbing because I was not in any sort of pain, I had a healing power to deal with such things, but it was nice and relaxing after last my fight, and I needed something to do before the feast started.

As my sex slave applied more nice smelling oil to my body I found myself thinking about who I wanted to keep in my still free bedroom and I'd narrowed my choices down based on the kind of person I needed. While I could simply will myself to any place I wished to go as long as I knew where it was I wanted to go, I'd figured that it might be fun to do some space travel simply for the sake of it.

I didn't wish for too many companions as a large group would demand too much of my attention. As things were now Emma only made things easier and the pokegirls when they weren't off somewhere with me, they were happy to spend most of their time either in their pokeballs or researching in the library. Faith didn't as much attention from me as it might seem as when not doing her job she spent most of her free time in her room just chilling on her own.

So my next companion would also need to be mostly independent, and be able to fly a space ship while keeping it flying as while I had some knowledge of advanced tech, and Velma was fast learning, I was in no way qualified to be an engineer. It would also be nice if the companion had some fighting skills so that she could keep herself safe.

Someone with these qualities would not be easy to find and so far I'd come up with one name that of Rey, the granddaughter of Emperor Palpatine, who somehow knew all about flying, technology, fighting and how to use the Force despite a total lack of training in any of those things. This made no sense, but what mattered to me was that she could the things that I needed her to do.

As for how I would acquire Rey, depending on when I arrived it might be possible for me to simply hire her as I'd done with Faith, but it wouldn't be so simple as Faith never had any reason to stay in her world other than for payback as she was lacking any family and friends, or any purpose. Rey was different as she had a destiny, and even if I met her before she left Jakku, she had that fantasy about her family coming for her.

For a short time, I considered mind-controlling the woman, only those methods could be flawed, and the effects could somehow end up becoming reversed at the worst possible time. Besides Ray did have a purpose in her own universe I'd rather not doom a galaxy to tyranny just because I needed someone to fly a small ship and to keep it in working order. I was supposed to be a neutral person and not aid either good or evil.

I then realised that I didn't need to convince her at all, I just needed some of her DNA, a few hairs would do, and then I could have a copy of her made, cloning Force-Users wasn't like cloning other people, but this wouldn't be a true clone as alterations would be made and the cloners who'd made Emma were very advanced.

They could clone me my own Rey while I built a stasis tube for her and then just took her out if it when I needed her fly, I could keep her on the ship and like Emma she'd be programmed to serve me. Not in the same way as Emma was a domestic slave, but I'd want to fuck any clone I paid for if only to get my money's worth.

As for the ship. I could only move objects within a set of 20-meter dimensions, as it couldn't be taller, longer or wider than 20 meters, and this ruled out most space ship. What I needed was a small shuttle with stealth tech, so that people in more advanced societies didn't shoot me down. A Puddle Jumper form Stargate Atlantis would be ideal, but I lacked the gene and getting the city's doctor to inject with the retrovirus wouldn't work since I was immune to all diseases.

I would have to give the clone the gene therapy and hope it worked. She'd be the only one who could fly the ship, and even if that did work, then I wouldn't be able to fly the ship between dimensions. Perhaps I could get my hands on a shuttle, or another kind of small ship, and then install a cloaking device, or use magic to hide it, that was something that I'd need to discuss with Twilight in the future.

"Roll over Master" requested Emma "You need a happy ending".

Not long after she began touching a certain part of me I stopped thinking about ships and focused on having some fun.

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Camelot. Albion.

Tonight there was a grand feast taking place, and the tables in the castle's dining hall literally groaned beneath the weight of vast quantities of food. I felt a little bad when I wondered how the poorer people of the kingdom would never dine like this, however, I didn't dwell on this as I'd not come here to champion the plight of the lower classes, rather I was here to enjoy myself.

Currently, a huge boar, which could have been mistaken for a bear given its sheer size, was being carried into the hall by a group of festively-garbed servants who had been preceded by musicians, jugglers and acrobats. I'd never seen so much fuss made over a dish before, but the boar was certainly worth it.

Other dishes, including entire swans, capons, geese and ducks, as well as a haunch of venison, all of which were borne into the hall in a similar fashion, requiring many of the servants to put some real effort into the carrying of dishes. Also, there were many pork-filled sausages. And that was just the main course.

All of this was washed down with a frightening amount of spiced wine, a very expensive drink, and as time passed the meal concluded with plum puddings, apples and pears, gingerbread confections, cheeses, and an enormous mincemeat pie. As well a few dishes I didn't even recognize despite having been born and bred as a British person.

While we ate we were entertained by singers who were accompanied by lutes and pipes, whose music drowned out the sounds of clattering spoons and some poorly disguised belches. There were jugglers too, and dancers who were dressed in very colourful fabrics. There were even some actors, who performed some silly show that involved people getting kicked in the bum and hit with stuff. It was a little low brow for my tastes, but it went down well with the crowd as a whole, and Faith found it all very amusing.

Since Faith and I had been seated near the head table, something to do with our victories and the wealth we'd been spending I didn't doubt, I noted that the crown prince refilled his plate several times while the Lady Morgana who sat with him merely picked at her food. During the feasting the serving girl Guinevere stood behind her mistress, anticipating her needs, just as Merlin stood behind Prince Arthur's chair.

I bothered to check out the royal family, who sat at the same table as the King as he chatted with some important guest who had been seated to his left, I knew that while Morgana seemed to be the perfect lady that her smiles vanished when she didn't think anyone was looking at her, and that she made a few looks of disgust when she turned to glance at the king.

A pity that she'd become so consumed with hate for father as Morgana was a Seer and a powerful magic user, and while I had Twilight to perform magic for me, I would have enjoyed having Morgana as a companion. Alas, she wouldn't abandon this kingdom and her revenge because she wanted to rule Camelot and hurt her father.

To me, that seemed so silly because while this kingdom was impressive by the standards of medieval lands, compared to the empires, republics and other kinds of nations out there, this whole country wasn't worth ruling. If Morgana's intentions had been purer, if she'd really cared about protecting her fellow magic-users, I might admire her somewhat, sadly she'd become a person filled with hate and a lust for power that she allowed to overrule her reason.

"I'm stuffed" I heard Faith say from beside me.

The Dark Slayer wasn't one of those women who seemed to think that they needed to be on some sort of diet at all times and while she'd hadn't slain anyone or anything for a while she still got rather hungry and horny after a fight. Like me, she'd been putting on shows for the crowd, who didn't mind a woman competing even if the knights complained.

I suspected that Faith might be the one to win this contest as I'd seen the Crown Prince fight and I wasn't sure if I could defeat him without using my powers as he was Camelot's strongest warrior. I didn't know if he was super-human but given that magic had been involved with his creation and that he's a living legend it wouldn't surprise me to discover that some Higher Power supported the heir to the throne.

"Let's go to bed," I said to Faith "We need to be well-rested for tomorrow".

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Camelot. Albion.

The sound of two steel blades crashing into each other again and again was deafening. Prince Arthur and I had both thrown our shields aside, and now we faced each other with only our swords. We were two warriors, who had met each other on the field of battle, and our skills with the swords would soon decide who was the victor here. This was something the audience couldn't be any happier about.

Steel swords were not light in weight and while our high-quality armour didn't hamper our movements as much as it could have it was heavy stuff, yet both the prince and I moved faster than any others had during this contest.

As I slashed with my blade, a move the prince easily protected himself against before he backed away, and I began to wonder if Arthur was special in ways that went beyond his destiny. His origins were magical, and perhaps that affected him in ways that no one could see. Had the king risked his wife's life for a son and heir who was more than a mere mortal?

Soon I became far too busy to think about such things as the Once and Future King went on the offensive. I was forced to block each blow, I had no time for anything else, and when the two weapons met the sheer force that Arthur was putting into his attacks caused my arm to ache, but not for long as I could still heal myself.

While his face wasn't visible behind his helmet I could just about make out his eyes and they showed me only fierce determination, no hint of doubt could be seen, and the power of his blows matched that level of devotion to his victory. He would not accept failure, and he would not surrender this match. To put things simply, he wanted to win very, very badly.

I could still beat him, I could use my powers to cause him to trip, or I could have caused him to drop his sword, but then it wouldn't be a true victory. If I was going to win it would have to be while using my more mundane skills, but he was better than me at fighting and his skills were great enough for Arthur to disarm me with an unexpected move as our blades skidded against each other. I lost my normally firm grip on my weapon and before I even think about throwing a punch or trying to recover my weapon, the prince had his sword pressing against my neck so I raised my arms in surrender.

"Did you let him win?" Faith as I met her at the fancy tent.

That wasn't totally true. I could have won, just not fairly.

"He took me by surprise with a special move" I admitted, "His skills are impressive".

I drank down some watered down beer so as to refresh myself.

"There'll be other contests and other chances for me to win some prizes," I said to Faith "and you're not out yet, you have to face the king".

Merlin must have been able to talk the mage with the ring out of fighting as he wasn't in the finals, it had been me versus the prince, and soon it would be Faith verses the King with the winner of that fight facing the prince. If Faith badly injured or even killed a member of the royal family then I needed to be ready to get us both out of here very quickly.

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Freeside. New Vegas.

As we walked I kept my eyes open as did the rest of the group, which was made up of myself, Faith and Velma, we'd come here after Faith had punched King Uthur so hard in his face that despite his helmet he may have been killed so I'd teleported us both away before getting us out of that dimension. Contest or not I didn't think we'd have been allowed to leave without any trouble and the event had almost been over anyway so it had seemed like a good time to move on.

Sure we'd gotten no prize money, and I'd had to leave a lot of stuff that I'd paid before behind in Camelot, but I had plenty of ways of making more money, I'd stayed in the city for the experiences not the gold.

Before carrying on with our travels I'd decided that it would be wise to pick up some more firepower and since the laser rifle that I'd brought while in the Fallout universe had served me so well I'd decided to pick up some more energy weapons from that universe.

The Silver Rush, the building we were heading for, had once been a large casino, only distinguishable from any other Freeside building by the large sign that appeared to have crashed into the partially collapsed upper floor. A white spray of graffiti - WE SELL WEAPONS FULLY CHARGED WITH NO EXTRA CHARGE - was enough to tell passers-by that they'd find more than just slot machines inside this building. The guard was positioned at the front door, wielding a huge plasma rifle, was another clue.

We also stood out, as well all too clean, and very heavily armed, thankfully no one had tried to mess with this group, because we were so heavily armed and I was in a set of very impressive looking power armour.

"Woah there," the man at the door said, "I'm afraid I can't let you in. No weapons allowed in here but the ones we're selling. You'd best hand 'em over".

This I'd been expecting.

"Sure, no problem," I said.

I had weapons in my hammerspace in case things went wrong, and I was prepared to teleport us all out of danger if needs be.

"Thank you, Sir and Ma'ams," the guard said as he took our weapons.

He placed the weapons into a large metal container to his right.

"Trust me, your weapons are as safe as kittens in there" he assured us.

When he got inside we found that the locals were already doing some business.

"You're interrupting here," the mercenary warned. "Keep your mouth shut and let the Van Graffs take care of things".

I turned to the group.

"We shouldn't get involved in local affairs unless we really have to," I said firmly to the two females with me "We're just here to buy weapons and then we can leave. There are other places we can go".

Thankfully no one argued with me, and I realised that I should in the future remember to take my own advice, at least some of the time.

"Mr Soren, please get to the point," a woman urged, her voice smooth and sultry. "Your payment is late and I want to know why".

"Miss Van Graff" he replied "my associates and I have decided that we would like to renegotiate the terms of our deal".

That man's voice was calm, all business. He really had no idea how much danger he was in. I figured that he was about to be vapourised.

"Might I ask for what reason?" inquired the woman, who must be a leader here "The shipment was delivered in perfect condition. The guns were tested before leaving this facility".

Since I had a strong feeling that this would end as badly as it did in the game, that got me wondering if the Courier was around here somewhere, not that I intended to get involved with that person's life. I had enough going on in mine.

"Regardless, we feel that the quality of the weapons is far below expectation and hope to adjust the price accordingly," said the man.

"Ah. I believe I understand what the issue here is. Would you excuse me for a moment?" she asked.

The woman remained still, and I knew that she had no intention of leaving.

"Do it," said the lady.

A flash of neon green came out of one of the rifles a guard was holding hitting the body of a man in armour, he died without a sound. It happened all at once. The business man's bodyguard lit up in a brilliant display of light, then he was nothing more than ashes.

"Never break faith with the Van Graffs, Mr Soren," the woman warned. "I expect you'll have our payment ready by tomorrow morning".

The man did not reply. He took a few unsteady paces back before bolting from the room, flying up the steps and releasing an involuntary whimper of terror. I could see the dark stain spreading across his crotch as he sped past us, almost throwing himself out the door.

"What the fuck" I heard Faith whisper.

Even by her standards that had been needlessly brutal.

"Alright everyone, the show's over," the woman announced. "Let the customers in".

As a group, we moved over to the desk, and Velma started gushing over the tech on display.

"Sorry about the wait," said one of the Van Graffs as she leaned over the desk. "We had some business to take care of. It wasn't our intention to let you through the door before that matter was settled, but don't worry. I'll be having a long talk with our guard".

With that, the bartering began and I wanted a number of laser pistols as well as a few rifles so it was good that we'd come prepared to bargain.