And now kids, it's what we've all been waiting for. Wet hot Dragonslayers.
Disclaimer: see other chapters.
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Bathing Is (Not) a Spectator Sport
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Ava let the scalding water spray at her. "Aahh." she sighed, letting the grime and sweat wash down the drain. She leaned with her arms against the wall beneath the shower head, with her head resting on them, letting the shower sooth her muscles. Her back felt much better, she hardly noticed it. The medics must have put some sort of fast- acting healing salve on it.
She could hear the other Dragonslayers talking and shouting and goofing off around her, and the sound of other showers running and lockers slamming. She heard someone snap their towel fairly loudly. Chesta cried out in pain and surprise, followed by the sound of Guimel giggling hysterically. Ava smiled. These were the sounds that she sorely missed for so long, longing to be back here again where she meant to be.
Ava noticed that she had grown a lot taller since she had last been here. The walls of the shower stalls were only about 5 and a half feet tall, so she could now peek over the top. She was one of the shortest Dragonslayers, at around 5'6", but some of the others, like Miguel, topped off at around 6'2". If they were so inclined, they could just stick their head over any of the stall walls with no difficulty.
When she was done she threw on her bathrobe that had the Zaibach insignia embroidered on the pocket. It was make of thick, fluffy black terrycloth, and smelled of jasmine. Opening the frosted plexiglass door, she strode out into the main area, while tying the belt, and headed towards the lockers on the far side. She looked up, and her jaw just about hit the floor. There were several Dragonslayers strolling about clad only in a fuzzy black towel around the waist. And the Dragonslayers had certainly grown up since last time she was here.
She looked to the stall beside her. There, she was greeted with the sight of Chesta taking off his robe and hanging it on the hook by his shower. Ava was surprised to see that, despite his smaller appearance, Chesta was clearly well endowed in the buff ness department. He had a washboard 6- pack, and well-defined chest and arm muscles. Ava gulped. He looked up, and saw Ava gawking. Chesta immediately turned beet red and started stammering, obviously not realizing that she was there. He jumped into his shower. Ava stammered and spun around.
Ava knees just about buckled. She gaped, wide-eyed. Dilandau had just come out of his shower, towel 'round the waist, and dripping wet. The last time she had seen him shirtless, they were both a lot younger. He was just a skinny little boy, and she was just a skinny little girl. Besides, last time she was here, she didn't have as much interest in the opposite sex. Dilandau's wet hair had clumped in spiky cords, and water dripped over his broad shoulders and down his thick, smooth, back, his toned muscles rippling as he moved around and started to walk away. He turned slightly, glancing at her through the corner of his eye. Ava let out a little gasp of embarrassment and pretended to be looking somewhere else. Holy shit.Ava thought. I'm the only girl in a squadron of teenage Adonis's.. Ava shook her head to clear it. How could she be thinking these kinds of things about her fellow slayers? Especially Dilandau? She sighed, and Ava picked up the towel she had dropped and made her way over to the lockers to get dressed.
The locker area was quiet, with most of the guys still in the showering area. She had gotten there a bit earlier, so she was finished a bit earlier. She walked into the aisle with her locker, which was wide and had a bench running down the center. Her locker was on the end closest to her, in a quiet corner. She opened her locker and saw that Dilandau was dressing further down the aisle, at this point he was wearing only his leather pants. At first Ava wasn't sure what she should do, but she accidentally met his gaze, and, looking down with a little embarrassment, decided not to say anything. He had been giving her weird looks since she'd come back, and she wasn't sure how to interpret them.
Ava had gotten some armor already, although it was just a temporary set while the seamstresses made her a permanent set. It was one of Gatti's that he didn't need. She pulled on a pair of black satin panties underneath her robe, and swiftly pulled on the loose lavender tank top that goes underneath her armor. She side glanced at Dilandau and saw him look away. Now sans the cover of the robe, she pulled on her leather pants, which fit a bit odd, too wide at the waist and too narrow at the hips. It will have to do, she thought. She looked into her locker mirror. Her hair was hanging around her shoulders in messy wet cords. She smoothed it as best she could and put it in a high ponytail. She absently scratched at her eyebrow barbell, while sticking out her tongue at her reflection. It was a little swollen near the piercing from playing with it too much, but it was looking good. Then she looked down to her navel piercing. She had just gotten it a month earlier, she admired the brilliant blue gem embedded in the bead.
"Is that a Mystic Moon thing?" Ava looked up. Dilandau was watching her, again, with a look she couldn't interpret. Scrutiny?
"These? Kind of. It's a form of body art, I suppose," Ava said, offhand. Dilandau seemed to be amused with her reply. Suddenly there was lots of activity around them, as a bunch of the slayers piled into the locker area. Guimel squished between her and another slayer to reach his locker. "Hey, still dragging your ass in here? You just want a peep show, don't you?" He said to Ava, a sly, mock seductive look on his face. He started doing a little striptease, facing away from her and pretending to peel his towel away. Before he could react, Dallet reached over and yanked his towel away, causing him to stand there, astounded and stark-naked in front of Ava, who was laughing so hard she though her sutures were going to come out. Gatti rolled his towel and rat-tailed him, and Guimel frantically yanked the towel out of his hands and covered himself, blushing madly. Ava reached out and fluffed his curly hair. "That was quite a show," she said, laughing for what felt like the first time in ages.
--~--~--~--~--~--~ The next day, After some brush ups in Guymelef piloting and combat, Ava made her way with the slayers to the dorms. Within minutes of being in a guymelef and behind the sword it had pretty much all came back to her. It was just like riding a bike, it seemed. You never forgot how. They had an hour before dinner and then the meeting, so they had some time to relax and goof off.
Since she had been away, the Dragonslayers had clearly become a more integral part of Zaibach. Instead of the two dorms that were shared by 15 'slayers, each soldier now had their own room. It wasn't anything fancy, but it had a small bathroom and closet, and it was a definite step up from the communal dorms of before. Conveniently, there was an extra room off the Dragonslayer hall that was being used for storage, so by the time she came back from the showers, it had been cleared out and set up for her. There was also a large, cushy common room exclusively for the Dragonslayers, so Ava made her way there, after stopping in her room. They shed their armor jackets and plopped down in the middle of the room, on the cushions and bean bag chairs. Ava's bag from Earth had been on her bed, where her clothes also were, so she grabbed her bag and sat with the others, and started digging through it. Some of the slayers watched with interest.
"What's it like on the Mystic Moon?" Miguel asked. Ava thought. "It's really different in many ways. Different customs, different culture. Their technology is.. weird, to say the least. Especially when it comes to weapons and defense.." "What do you mean?" said Viole. "Well, they have these guns.they have bullets or whatever in them, and when you pull the trigger, these bullets are shot out with incredible force. they will puncture just about anything.
"Hmm, what else," Gatti asked, mildly interested. Ava got an idea, and pulled her Discman out of her bag. She handed one of the ear buds to Gatti, who was sitting next to her. "Put that in your ear," she said as she pressed the play button. Gatti jumped. "Hey.neat."he said absently after another moment. He listened for a while, while the other Slayers looked on with puzzled looks on their faces. Gatti pulled the ear bud out. "It plays music, he reported. "Although I've never seen anything this small or portable that plays music on Gaea." "Hey, what's this?" Chesta said. He had one arm in Ava's bad, and the other was holding up a plastic bag with pieces of some sort of chopped-up green plant in it, and a funny silver colored pipe. A bag of weed and her bong. "uh..."Ava stammered. Dilandau looked on with mild amusement. It's.one of those herbal things." Dilandau raised an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair. "Anyway, I've got to go and see the tailor about my uniform," she said, standing up quickly. "Hey, can I listen to this some more?" Gatti asked, holding up her Discman "Yeah, knock yourself out." she said, and trotted out of the room.
"Maaan." she muttered to herself as she walked briskly down the hall "Herbs, eh?" Ava spun around. Dilandau was following her. "We do have things like that here too, Ava, I'm not stupid." Ava turned pink and looked at the floor. "I know, Dilandau-sama." "Don't let me catch you using it on the Vione. Actually, forget that. Just don't let me see it interfere with your performance." "Thank you Dilandau-sama," she said uncomfortably. "It won't. The stuff is actually pretty harmless. It mostly just makes you relaxed and euphoric." Dilandau smirked in a peculiar manner, as they continued down the hall.
"AVA? Is that.no way.." Ava looked up to see Naria and Eriya walking towards them. She grinned, and ran up to them, hugging them both. After a couple minutes of quick chatter and giggling, and promises to see each other at Thursday's training session, an impatient Dilandau and Ava headed towards the Tailor once more., while Dilandau filled her in on some of the current events.
They arrived at the tailor's room which was a pretty formidable residence, with grand mirrors positioned at several angles around a pedestal, a changing room off to one side, and the largest mound of fabric and leather and materials anyone would ever see. There was a large fire blown machine of sorts that was used to make armor on the other side of the room, as well as gigantic machines that did the sewing. One of the seamstresses, a plump woman with a pleasant-enough but abrupt personality wandered over to them. She looked Ava up and down, grabbed her by the arm put her on the pedestal without saying a word, or even acknowledging Dilandau. He actually looked a little steamed about it. The Seamstress spoke up.
"Goodness," she said. Just lookit.you've certainly grown up," She seemed to be directing that comment to herself, so Ava didn't say anything, but she felt her cheeks flush a little. Suddenly, without warning, the seamstress yanked off her armor jacket, and pulled her under tank over her head. Ava yelped and covered her breasts in mortification. Dilandau stammered back in surprise, blushing. The seamstress turned to Dilandau and said "Get outta here, ya scallywag!" Normally Dilandau would never put up with such reprimands, but he was still shocked and embarrassed, that he just bumbled his way out the door, and headed back to the dorms as Ava was measured for a new uniform.
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The Dragonslayers filed their way into Folken's lab after dinner. Ava had gotten her new armor already, it hadn't taken long at all, and she was rewarded by having a dining room full of men stare at her body. The new armor fit like a skin, therefore showing off her ample curves. Evidently, the seemstress was too excited to finally be working for a girl to let the opportunity slide by without making a few.creative liberties. Ava was quite surly after catching a good number of the Slayers staring at her boobs during dinner.
Everyone took a seat on the floor of his lab, facing Folken standing behind his desk, with a rather large stack of rolled up parchment, maps, notes, and so on. "Now then. I'm sure some of you know what this is about. We're after the White Dragon. It's being housed In the Fanalian royal castle. We'll be attacking during the king's coronation." Folken stammered slightly, but quickly composed himself, barely detectable. "Dilandau has come up with a strategy, but we haven't fine-tuned it yet." Dilandau looked like he was about to say his plans didn't need fine-tuning. "Your jobs of course, will be the frontal assault." A few of the Dragonslayers cheered. "And remember: it is crucial that you are not seen. Use your stealth cloaks at all times. Dilandau, you will lead your slayers to the gates and wait for our signal." Dilandau was leaning back on his hands, wearing a crazed grin, and a glazed over look in his eye. "We're moving out in a week at 15:00h. Any questions?
The Slayers started to file out of the lab, but Folken stopped Ava, asking her to stay behind for a moment. "I heard what you were saying about technology from the Mystic Moon." He said, interested. "Can you tell me about it?" Ava agreed, and was struck with an idea. She ran out of the room, and in a few moments returned with a small, rectangular metal object.
"This," she explained, "is called a Gameboy. I think you might enjoy it. It's a game, you press different buttons to manipulate the little character on the screen." Ava turned it on and demonstrated. Folken looked on with intense interest. "May I.?" He asked, wide-eyed. Ava handed the Gameboy over. He looked like a kid in a candy shop, the way he was playing, crying out ever so often and shouting with delighted surprise. I've created a monster, I think. Ava thought.
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The Dragonslayers had the rest of the night off. Decided it was time to get some exercise, Ava went for a workout in the gym to burn off some excessive energy. She changed into her workout gear, and headed for the track. After running a few kilometers (she had gotten a bit outta shape) she practiced combat with the punching bags. Her kicking and punching had caused her body to be covered in a shiny sheen of sweat as she pushed herself faster and faster. Then she felt eyes in her back. Dilandau, Miguel and Gatti had arrived, also to work out.
"Need a partner?" Dilandau asked, approaching her.
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R&R please. It's like crack.
Again, shameless plugging. Go check out some sketches of this story: www.geocities.com/silverchair_fanatik/fanart.htm
And Thank you, Jess-a-bear! I loved that title so much, I had to nick it.
NEXT CHAPTER: Dilandau gets down n' dirty, a meeting with a certain Knight of Caeli, and it's time to hunt Dragons
Disclaimer: see other chapters.
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Bathing Is (Not) a Spectator Sport
---~----~----~---
Ava let the scalding water spray at her. "Aahh." she sighed, letting the grime and sweat wash down the drain. She leaned with her arms against the wall beneath the shower head, with her head resting on them, letting the shower sooth her muscles. Her back felt much better, she hardly noticed it. The medics must have put some sort of fast- acting healing salve on it.
She could hear the other Dragonslayers talking and shouting and goofing off around her, and the sound of other showers running and lockers slamming. She heard someone snap their towel fairly loudly. Chesta cried out in pain and surprise, followed by the sound of Guimel giggling hysterically. Ava smiled. These were the sounds that she sorely missed for so long, longing to be back here again where she meant to be.
Ava noticed that she had grown a lot taller since she had last been here. The walls of the shower stalls were only about 5 and a half feet tall, so she could now peek over the top. She was one of the shortest Dragonslayers, at around 5'6", but some of the others, like Miguel, topped off at around 6'2". If they were so inclined, they could just stick their head over any of the stall walls with no difficulty.
When she was done she threw on her bathrobe that had the Zaibach insignia embroidered on the pocket. It was make of thick, fluffy black terrycloth, and smelled of jasmine. Opening the frosted plexiglass door, she strode out into the main area, while tying the belt, and headed towards the lockers on the far side. She looked up, and her jaw just about hit the floor. There were several Dragonslayers strolling about clad only in a fuzzy black towel around the waist. And the Dragonslayers had certainly grown up since last time she was here.
She looked to the stall beside her. There, she was greeted with the sight of Chesta taking off his robe and hanging it on the hook by his shower. Ava was surprised to see that, despite his smaller appearance, Chesta was clearly well endowed in the buff ness department. He had a washboard 6- pack, and well-defined chest and arm muscles. Ava gulped. He looked up, and saw Ava gawking. Chesta immediately turned beet red and started stammering, obviously not realizing that she was there. He jumped into his shower. Ava stammered and spun around.
Ava knees just about buckled. She gaped, wide-eyed. Dilandau had just come out of his shower, towel 'round the waist, and dripping wet. The last time she had seen him shirtless, they were both a lot younger. He was just a skinny little boy, and she was just a skinny little girl. Besides, last time she was here, she didn't have as much interest in the opposite sex. Dilandau's wet hair had clumped in spiky cords, and water dripped over his broad shoulders and down his thick, smooth, back, his toned muscles rippling as he moved around and started to walk away. He turned slightly, glancing at her through the corner of his eye. Ava let out a little gasp of embarrassment and pretended to be looking somewhere else. Holy shit.Ava thought. I'm the only girl in a squadron of teenage Adonis's.. Ava shook her head to clear it. How could she be thinking these kinds of things about her fellow slayers? Especially Dilandau? She sighed, and Ava picked up the towel she had dropped and made her way over to the lockers to get dressed.
The locker area was quiet, with most of the guys still in the showering area. She had gotten there a bit earlier, so she was finished a bit earlier. She walked into the aisle with her locker, which was wide and had a bench running down the center. Her locker was on the end closest to her, in a quiet corner. She opened her locker and saw that Dilandau was dressing further down the aisle, at this point he was wearing only his leather pants. At first Ava wasn't sure what she should do, but she accidentally met his gaze, and, looking down with a little embarrassment, decided not to say anything. He had been giving her weird looks since she'd come back, and she wasn't sure how to interpret them.
Ava had gotten some armor already, although it was just a temporary set while the seamstresses made her a permanent set. It was one of Gatti's that he didn't need. She pulled on a pair of black satin panties underneath her robe, and swiftly pulled on the loose lavender tank top that goes underneath her armor. She side glanced at Dilandau and saw him look away. Now sans the cover of the robe, she pulled on her leather pants, which fit a bit odd, too wide at the waist and too narrow at the hips. It will have to do, she thought. She looked into her locker mirror. Her hair was hanging around her shoulders in messy wet cords. She smoothed it as best she could and put it in a high ponytail. She absently scratched at her eyebrow barbell, while sticking out her tongue at her reflection. It was a little swollen near the piercing from playing with it too much, but it was looking good. Then she looked down to her navel piercing. She had just gotten it a month earlier, she admired the brilliant blue gem embedded in the bead.
"Is that a Mystic Moon thing?" Ava looked up. Dilandau was watching her, again, with a look she couldn't interpret. Scrutiny?
"These? Kind of. It's a form of body art, I suppose," Ava said, offhand. Dilandau seemed to be amused with her reply. Suddenly there was lots of activity around them, as a bunch of the slayers piled into the locker area. Guimel squished between her and another slayer to reach his locker. "Hey, still dragging your ass in here? You just want a peep show, don't you?" He said to Ava, a sly, mock seductive look on his face. He started doing a little striptease, facing away from her and pretending to peel his towel away. Before he could react, Dallet reached over and yanked his towel away, causing him to stand there, astounded and stark-naked in front of Ava, who was laughing so hard she though her sutures were going to come out. Gatti rolled his towel and rat-tailed him, and Guimel frantically yanked the towel out of his hands and covered himself, blushing madly. Ava reached out and fluffed his curly hair. "That was quite a show," she said, laughing for what felt like the first time in ages.
--~--~--~--~--~--~ The next day, After some brush ups in Guymelef piloting and combat, Ava made her way with the slayers to the dorms. Within minutes of being in a guymelef and behind the sword it had pretty much all came back to her. It was just like riding a bike, it seemed. You never forgot how. They had an hour before dinner and then the meeting, so they had some time to relax and goof off.
Since she had been away, the Dragonslayers had clearly become a more integral part of Zaibach. Instead of the two dorms that were shared by 15 'slayers, each soldier now had their own room. It wasn't anything fancy, but it had a small bathroom and closet, and it was a definite step up from the communal dorms of before. Conveniently, there was an extra room off the Dragonslayer hall that was being used for storage, so by the time she came back from the showers, it had been cleared out and set up for her. There was also a large, cushy common room exclusively for the Dragonslayers, so Ava made her way there, after stopping in her room. They shed their armor jackets and plopped down in the middle of the room, on the cushions and bean bag chairs. Ava's bag from Earth had been on her bed, where her clothes also were, so she grabbed her bag and sat with the others, and started digging through it. Some of the slayers watched with interest.
"What's it like on the Mystic Moon?" Miguel asked. Ava thought. "It's really different in many ways. Different customs, different culture. Their technology is.. weird, to say the least. Especially when it comes to weapons and defense.." "What do you mean?" said Viole. "Well, they have these guns.they have bullets or whatever in them, and when you pull the trigger, these bullets are shot out with incredible force. they will puncture just about anything.
"Hmm, what else," Gatti asked, mildly interested. Ava got an idea, and pulled her Discman out of her bag. She handed one of the ear buds to Gatti, who was sitting next to her. "Put that in your ear," she said as she pressed the play button. Gatti jumped. "Hey.neat."he said absently after another moment. He listened for a while, while the other Slayers looked on with puzzled looks on their faces. Gatti pulled the ear bud out. "It plays music, he reported. "Although I've never seen anything this small or portable that plays music on Gaea." "Hey, what's this?" Chesta said. He had one arm in Ava's bad, and the other was holding up a plastic bag with pieces of some sort of chopped-up green plant in it, and a funny silver colored pipe. A bag of weed and her bong. "uh..."Ava stammered. Dilandau looked on with mild amusement. It's.one of those herbal things." Dilandau raised an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair. "Anyway, I've got to go and see the tailor about my uniform," she said, standing up quickly. "Hey, can I listen to this some more?" Gatti asked, holding up her Discman "Yeah, knock yourself out." she said, and trotted out of the room.
"Maaan." she muttered to herself as she walked briskly down the hall "Herbs, eh?" Ava spun around. Dilandau was following her. "We do have things like that here too, Ava, I'm not stupid." Ava turned pink and looked at the floor. "I know, Dilandau-sama." "Don't let me catch you using it on the Vione. Actually, forget that. Just don't let me see it interfere with your performance." "Thank you Dilandau-sama," she said uncomfortably. "It won't. The stuff is actually pretty harmless. It mostly just makes you relaxed and euphoric." Dilandau smirked in a peculiar manner, as they continued down the hall.
"AVA? Is that.no way.." Ava looked up to see Naria and Eriya walking towards them. She grinned, and ran up to them, hugging them both. After a couple minutes of quick chatter and giggling, and promises to see each other at Thursday's training session, an impatient Dilandau and Ava headed towards the Tailor once more., while Dilandau filled her in on some of the current events.
They arrived at the tailor's room which was a pretty formidable residence, with grand mirrors positioned at several angles around a pedestal, a changing room off to one side, and the largest mound of fabric and leather and materials anyone would ever see. There was a large fire blown machine of sorts that was used to make armor on the other side of the room, as well as gigantic machines that did the sewing. One of the seamstresses, a plump woman with a pleasant-enough but abrupt personality wandered over to them. She looked Ava up and down, grabbed her by the arm put her on the pedestal without saying a word, or even acknowledging Dilandau. He actually looked a little steamed about it. The Seamstress spoke up.
"Goodness," she said. Just lookit.you've certainly grown up," She seemed to be directing that comment to herself, so Ava didn't say anything, but she felt her cheeks flush a little. Suddenly, without warning, the seamstress yanked off her armor jacket, and pulled her under tank over her head. Ava yelped and covered her breasts in mortification. Dilandau stammered back in surprise, blushing. The seamstress turned to Dilandau and said "Get outta here, ya scallywag!" Normally Dilandau would never put up with such reprimands, but he was still shocked and embarrassed, that he just bumbled his way out the door, and headed back to the dorms as Ava was measured for a new uniform.
--~-----~------~-----~-----~
The Dragonslayers filed their way into Folken's lab after dinner. Ava had gotten her new armor already, it hadn't taken long at all, and she was rewarded by having a dining room full of men stare at her body. The new armor fit like a skin, therefore showing off her ample curves. Evidently, the seemstress was too excited to finally be working for a girl to let the opportunity slide by without making a few.creative liberties. Ava was quite surly after catching a good number of the Slayers staring at her boobs during dinner.
Everyone took a seat on the floor of his lab, facing Folken standing behind his desk, with a rather large stack of rolled up parchment, maps, notes, and so on. "Now then. I'm sure some of you know what this is about. We're after the White Dragon. It's being housed In the Fanalian royal castle. We'll be attacking during the king's coronation." Folken stammered slightly, but quickly composed himself, barely detectable. "Dilandau has come up with a strategy, but we haven't fine-tuned it yet." Dilandau looked like he was about to say his plans didn't need fine-tuning. "Your jobs of course, will be the frontal assault." A few of the Dragonslayers cheered. "And remember: it is crucial that you are not seen. Use your stealth cloaks at all times. Dilandau, you will lead your slayers to the gates and wait for our signal." Dilandau was leaning back on his hands, wearing a crazed grin, and a glazed over look in his eye. "We're moving out in a week at 15:00h. Any questions?
The Slayers started to file out of the lab, but Folken stopped Ava, asking her to stay behind for a moment. "I heard what you were saying about technology from the Mystic Moon." He said, interested. "Can you tell me about it?" Ava agreed, and was struck with an idea. She ran out of the room, and in a few moments returned with a small, rectangular metal object.
"This," she explained, "is called a Gameboy. I think you might enjoy it. It's a game, you press different buttons to manipulate the little character on the screen." Ava turned it on and demonstrated. Folken looked on with intense interest. "May I.?" He asked, wide-eyed. Ava handed the Gameboy over. He looked like a kid in a candy shop, the way he was playing, crying out ever so often and shouting with delighted surprise. I've created a monster, I think. Ava thought.
--~--~--~--~
The Dragonslayers had the rest of the night off. Decided it was time to get some exercise, Ava went for a workout in the gym to burn off some excessive energy. She changed into her workout gear, and headed for the track. After running a few kilometers (she had gotten a bit outta shape) she practiced combat with the punching bags. Her kicking and punching had caused her body to be covered in a shiny sheen of sweat as she pushed herself faster and faster. Then she felt eyes in her back. Dilandau, Miguel and Gatti had arrived, also to work out.
"Need a partner?" Dilandau asked, approaching her.
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R&R please. It's like crack.
Again, shameless plugging. Go check out some sketches of this story: www.geocities.com/silverchair_fanatik/fanart.htm
And Thank you, Jess-a-bear! I loved that title so much, I had to nick it.
NEXT CHAPTER: Dilandau gets down n' dirty, a meeting with a certain Knight of Caeli, and it's time to hunt Dragons