Deal with the Devil
04
Commissioned by Enigmatic.
Michael felt a bit like a dried out husk as he got dressed. Runeas, by comparison, looked particularly smug and giggly, and had a healthy glow about her as she did the same. Casting an amused look at him, she asked, "Is something the matter, husband?"
Michael considered for a moment, before calmly remarking, "I can't feel my dick."
Runeas snorted and rolled her eyes. "It was only a month!"
"'Only,'" he echoed, sending her a bemused smile.
After her wedding, Runeas had wanted to spend as much time consummating their marriage as possible, to make up for lost time according to her. They hadn't left the castle in a month and during that time, he was almost always buried in one of her warm, wet holes. Even in their sleep, Runeas would often get him up and mount him in the middle of the night before going back to happily snoring away.
"Yes, only! Don't worry, there's more to come~!" she giggled.
"I think I'm all sexed out for a while. You've dried me up. I'm a shriveled up husk, wife."
"Mmm…" she studied him critically for a moment, before leering. "I think you've still got some more juice in you I could wring out." Bouncing to her feet as she pulled her boot lace tight, she turned and stood in front of him, one hand on her hips as she pointed at him. "But not today! Today, we're visiting a client! If I'm going to be awake and operating in this period, I need to renew my old contracts and make new ones, so my power doesn't stagnate."
Michael finished with his last boot and took Runeas's offered hands, allowing her to pull him to her feet. "So, where are we going?"
"Jolly olde England! And since I haven't been out in the world in a while, we're taking the scenic route! I've arranged for us to travel across country by car!"
Frowning, Michael felt obligated to point out a few logistical problems with that. "I don't have a passport and documentation that shows I'm supposed to be here. And do you even have an identity in the modern age?"
"Eh? What are you talking about?" Runeas asked, looking at him like he'd asked a dumb question as they made their way downstairs and through the castle. "Are you forgetting who I am?!"
"It might cause problems if you just magic a solution up…"
Runeas snorted, waving away his worries with a hand. "It'll be fine~!"
"Somehow, that doesn't reassure me," he teased, and Runeas glared at him.
"Your wife is reliable, husband! It'll be fine! You'll see!"
Grinning down at her, he hummed. "I don't know. I don't see how allergic to responsibility and reliable go together…"
"Oh, that's easy~," Runeas giggled. "I make someone else do it for me! I've got the best person for the job on it!"
Michael nodded. "Okay, yeah, that makes much more sense."
"Oi! So cheeky! You can't just tease and bully your wife like this!"
Raising an eyebrow as he spotted the doors leading outside, Michael asked, "Then how should I tease and bully my wife?"
"Harder, obviously," Runeas nodded. The front door opened and a silver haired form dressed in a maid uniform stepped inside, before bowing. "See! I told you I had the best person for the job on it!"
"Good morning, grandmother. Michael," Grayfia greeted them, holding the door open for them. She held out a set of documents in her other hand as they approached—passports and other documentation, from the look of things. Michael had never had a passport before, had never been through that procedure, so this must be what Runeas meant.
"Good morning, Grayfia. Sorry about Runeas roping you into this," Michael sent her a smile as he held the door himself and gestured for her to go first.
The woman raised an eyebrow, and after a moment of deliberation, acquiesced and went ahead, following Runeas. "It is no bother."
"What this frigid maid LARPer means to say is, she'll take any excuse to get out of the house. So really, we're doing her a favor with this little road trip!" Runeas smirked as they walked out to the car waiting for them.
Parked in the castle courtyard was a very old black and red classic car that shone in the morning sun. It seemed to be in pristine condition and its engine rumbled quietly as it idled. The chrome front grille had the unmistakable superimposed R 'Rolls-Royce' logo on the top. It looked like something out of an old gangster movie, to Michael.
Grayfia glared at Runeas, but there was little heat in it as she opened the back door and gestured them inside, then climbed into the front after them and got them moving. "I did not have any duties today."
"What about Millicas? How's he doing?" Michael asked, leaning forward in his seat and meeting Grayfia's red eyes in the rear view. Outside, the German Black Forest spread out before them as the car descended the mountain road leading to the castle.
The woman's lips twitched into a small smile at that and Michael saw some of the tension leave her body. "He is well, thank you for asking. I left him with our servants and his tutor, for lessons, equivalent to a preschool level."
Runeas chuckled. "Sometimes, even the most loving mother needs a break, every now and then."
Grayfia frowned minutely, but nodded once. "As you say, grandmother."
"I kind of figured, being the wife to one of the head honchos of the devil world, you'd be busier?" Michael asked, and the woman shook her head.
"Sometimes. As Sirzechs' wife, I tend to the typical duties of a noble devil wife and mother—managing the household finances, taking care of our son, ensuring that the staff have everything they need and are happy. As wife of the current Lucifer, my duties tend to involve meeting many people and conveying his will indirectly, securing alliances, negotiating deals, and giving the nobles an ear to voice complaints to that they feel more comfortable doing so with, in addition to managing my husband's workload."
"Herding cats. She means herding cats," Runeas translated, glancing out the window as they left the mountain road and turned onto a small paved road. A smile came to her face as she took in the scenery and added, "With Sirzechs being the worst of them! That boy, honestly! I love him, but he's become such a slacker."
Grayfia nodded once. "He lacks motivation and I often have to find ways to entice him into doing his work and keep him focused on the task at hand." She glanced up and met Michael's eyes. "Rias and his worry over her—"
"Obsession with," Runeas corrected.
"—are a major contributing factor in his work ethic. Thank you for making my job easier, by giving her a man to show interest in. His jealousy has seen him diving into his work lately and he was more productive in the month you and grandmother visited than in the six months before that. I encourage continuing this relationship."
Michael's wife snorted quietly. "Not to the point of spoiling her. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as the saying goes. Sweep her off her feet in a whirlwind of fun and affection, then leave her be for a few months to let her stew in her own juices. If we stuck around any longer, she'd get bored and would stop appreciating Michael's presence."
"Mm," Grayfia nodded.
"Back up a minute," Michael frowned. "First, should I be worried about Sirzechs, if he's interested in Rias?"
"No," Grayfia shook her head as she met his eyes briefly, before turning her attention back to the road. "He may complain, but you're family now. Like a younger brother to him. If Rias wants to pursue you, he will grumble and whine, but he won't do anything to stop it."
"Okay. Secondly," the blond man turned to his wife, "are you trying to manipulate Rias?"
"Yes? I thought that was obvious, husband." Sending him a confused look, Runeas asked, "Is there something the matter? …Have I done something to upset you?"
"A little. You shouldn't manipulate Rias."
Runeas glanced at the front of the car, meeting Grayfia's eyes in the mirror. The pair shared a quiet chuckle and the maid explained. "Michael, people manipulate each other every day, even in the human world. Not just people, but every animal in the animal kingdom uses manipulation of some sort. It's in our nature. When my son is hungry or wants attention, he cries or paws at my breast. When my husband is bored or wants attention, he cries and paws at my breasts. What grandmother is doing is simply playing the long game of gaining and keeping a younger lover's affections, knowing that their attention and interest can wane and wander."
"My interest and attention won't wander—"
"Maybe, but I'd rather make sure," Runeas shrugged. "And I like pretty young playthings myself, so it works out for both of us." Smiling up at him, she added, "I'm teaching you how to manipulate me as well, if you'll recall, husband. Please do! Manipulate me to your heart's content so you feel secure in our love and interest for each other."
"Devils are weird," Michael sighed. "You especially, wife."
"Mm, maybe. The difference is, I know how to say the quiet part out loud. I have the experience to just come out and say what I want and need, and be up front with it."
"It comes with her advanced age," Grayfia sniped quietly.
Runeas sat forward in her seat, glaring at the younger woman. "What was that?! I'll have you know I'm youthful and cute! The most beautiful devil in the world!"
"Mm… But Rias exists, and Sirzechs would disagree."
"That siscon can get over himself!"
"And then there's Sona Sitri, and I'm sure her own sister would likewise disagree."
"That siscon can get over herself too!" Sitting back in her seat, Runeas bit the end of her thumb and made quiet, annoyed noises as she turned a glare out the window. "I'll show both of them! See how they like it when I sic Michael on…"
"So," Michael, sensing trouble, left his wife to her plotting and turned his attention to Grayfia. "What advice can you give me for dealing with devils and the supernatural? If you don't mind my asking."
"I do not. The thing to keep in mind is that pride transcends species…"
The drive took most of the day and they had to take a ferry across the channel. None of them complained however, as they were enjoying the scenery and the company. Michael thought that Grayfia eventually opened up and softened just a bit, at least towards him. She and Runeas sniped at each other constantly, but it was a familiar sort of back and forth banter that Michael felt the two did because they enjoyed it.
Some time after dark, they pulled off an old single lane road onto an old stone road that ascended a rolling green hill to a set of cliffs overlooking the water. Grayfia drove slowly and, passing through the remains of an old stone gate, Michael felt the brush of powerful wards. Up ahead an old English castle surrounded by a wall appeared—having been hidden from sight by magic. There were a few lights on in the windows that he could see and a set of large doors in the wall were open and lit by torches on either side.
Grayfia drove them through and pulled to a stop in a courtyard after driving around a fountain, in front of the castle proper. There, leaning against the stone wall beside the door, was a woman wearing a white button down blouse and a black and blue skirt that went down to her knees. Her long hair was pulled back in a thick, high tail and was a shade of ashen blonde that looked almost blue in the headlights. Blue eyes opened and she regarded them as Grayfia stepped out and opened the door.
Runeas got out first and Michael followed. His redheaded wife went straight for the other woman. Looking her up and down in a way Michael knew meant she was likely trying to decide whether or not to seduce the other woman, Runeas hummed. "So, you're this generation's Morgan?"
"That's correct," the woman nodded her head. "My name is Viv—"
"So, Morgan," Runeas cut her off, and the other woman frowned minutely, but nodded—getting the message. "We should take an accounting of your family's debt and determine if there's anything you want for yourself in the meantime." She turned and met Michael's eye and waved him over.
"Thanks for bringing us, Grayfia," Michael gave their driver and companion for the day a smile, before pulling her into a hug, to her surprise. She was stiff in his grip for only a moment before slowly returning the embrace. When he let go, she almost didn't seem to want to.
"Of course. You have my number if you need anything, Michael," the woman smiled minutely in return and closed the car door. Moving away, she summoned a magic sigil beneath herself and teleported away.
"This," Runeas pulled Michael tightly against her side as he drew near, "is my husband, Michael. Michael, this is the Morgan. Their family have been clients of mine since the time of King Arthur. As such, they've accumulated a wealth of knowledge over the years, but what you're probably most interested in is their knowledge of human magic."
Morgan's blue eyes met Michael's and her offered her his hand with a smile. "Pleasure to meet you, miss."
The other woman's lips twitched, almost a smile as she accepted the offered hand. "Likewise, sir. I have to say, I was surprised to receive your wife's letter by familiar, informing me of her nuptials and the desire for a tutor for a fellow practitioner."
Michael blinked and sent an incredulous look at Runeas, who puffed up a bit and preened under the attention. He may have been mostly self-taught, but he wasn't ignorant of his history and he could put two and two together. Clearly, 'Morgan' was a title. And given just when his wife knew their family from, that would be Morgan le Fay—sister to King Arthur and villainess of the Arthurian legend, according to some interpretations.
"You may praise your wife later, husband. Praise me lots!"
"Oh, I will." Laughing, Michael gave Runeas a squeeze before meeting Morgan's eyes again. "I'd be honored, if you'll have me as a student?"
"Of course. From today onward, you may call me 'master,' apprentice," she nodded, before turning towards the door. "Come. I'll show you to your room where you can refresh yourselves if needed. After that, I'll send a servant to fetch you for supper in the dining room. We can discuss business after the meal, if that is alright with you, madame Gremory."
Runeas waved her off. "Just Runeas is fine. We're guests in your home and I prefer a closer relationship with many of my clients."
Michael caught her staring at the other woman's ass beneath her skirt as she led them through the hall and rolled his eyes. True to her word, Morgan led them to a room deep in the castle and held the door open for them.
"I'll have a servant waiting outside when you're ready. Dinner is in," she checked her watch beneath her wrist, "a little over an hour. Feel free to dress casually. Please excuse me. I need to inform my daughter of your arrival."
With that, Morgan left them. Runeas and Michael entered the room and, a moment later, Runeas conjured a magic circle. A large trunk belonging to Runeas and Michael's own luggage dropped onto the floor in front of them.
"Help me out of this, husband!" Runeas demanded as she began pulling her sun dress off over her head. "We've got enough time for a quick shower together."
"Only a shower?" Michael asked, coming up behind her and pulling the dress the rest of the way off, before freeing her large breasts from the bra binding them. Michael's hands cupped the massive, pale globes and his lips found her ear, teeth gently nibbling at the lobe. "I wanted to reward my beautiful, loving, kind wife for her gift."
"Nnf~, yeees~! Reward me lots~!" Runeas moaned, thrusting her ass back into him. "Lots and lots!"
Dinner had been a quiet affair, where Morgan introduced them to her daughter, Mordred—a blonde haired, green eyed teen girl with entirely too much energy to sit at the table and talk, who finished her food and hurried from the room as soon as she was able. Afterwards, Michael had listened mostly silently as Runeas and Morgan discussed the details of the deal.
Apparently, Runeas had set up some sort of generational contract between herself and Morgan's line. The le Fay line was contractually obligated to have a 'Morgan' every generation—a witch, or occasionally wizard, who took on the title and excelled at magic, always passing down their knowledge and the knowledge of the contract. 'The Morgan' of each generation owed Runeas some favor or service, after which the debt was cleared for that generation. Runeas didn't always collect and never held one generation accountable for a previous generation's debt if she failed to collect, and generally the things she asked for were nothing a magician of the Morgan's caliber wouldn't be able to fulfill.
In other words, Runeas had herself a magician on tap in every generation pretty much for eternity, unless the le Fay line decided to end their contract. Someone who could navigate both the normal and supernatural worlds, and who could take care of things Runeas didn't want to use devil channels for. In exchange, Runeas tended to provide them knowledge and secrets, or tell the future. Sometimes, they asked for other favors, but just as with Runeas never asking for anything outside of a magician's purview, they never asked for anything she couldn't grant, or which would be too onerous. It was a mutually beneficial pact that had lasted for centuries.
The deal for this particular generation was to have Morgan teach Michael and help him to bridge the gap between human magic and devil magic. Runeas could do the second part herself, but she felt that having someone as good with human magic as Morgan teach him would be good for him. Michael wasn't sure what she was giving up for it in exchange, but Runeas had assured him it was nothing too terribly important.
The very next morning had begun with one of Morgan's servants (really just an application of the mirror image spell to create a temporary copy of herself) waking them for breakfast, followed by hours of practical evaluation. Morgan didn't want to know what Michael knew, she wanted to know what he could do—to know what she had to work with.
So it was that Michael found himself sitting inside a circle inscribed on the ground of a garden within the castle, pouring out his mana while holding a basic spell formula for gathering mana to collect and reabsorb the mana he was putting off so he didn't actually lose much. Michael was deep in concentration when the nearby door was thrown open, loudly slamming against the wall.
"Mother!"
Michael's concentration slipped and the formula broke. The circle cracked with a sound like breaking glass and the majority of Michael's mana escaped out into the air. In front of him, a look of irritation passed over Morgan's face as she turned her attention on Mordred. "Daughter. What is it?"
Seeing her mother and their guests looking at her with various levels of irritation, Mordred paused, then slowly closed her mouth and blushed. "Ah. My bad. It, uh, it's nothing. Sorry."
"I see," Morgan murmured, her eyes narrowing. Shifting her gaze to Michael, a smile pulled at her lips. "Apprentice, I have another test for you. How are you at physical enhancement?"
Michael shrugged and stood, stretching. "Alright, I guess?"
Runeas snorted, a lecherous grin coming to her face. "He's being humble. I forced him to use it almost constantly over the last month to keep up with me. He's good." Wagging her eyebrows, she added, "And I do mean constantly."
Michael blushed, reaching up to rub the back of his head. "Runeas, could you please not discuss our married life?" Blinking, he asked, "And wait, are you trying to tell me that your idea of training is marathon sex?"
"It's fine~!" Runeas waved him off. "Nothing she hasn't heard or done before, I'm sure. And why not? We both had fun and it did exactly what I wanted it to do, by training up your stamina, magic reserves, and forcing you to use physical enhancement so much that it's become second nature."
Michael wanted to argue, but found he really couldn't. Morgan hummed as she sent him a contemplative look, her light blue eyes sweeping up and down his body. "I see… Very well. How are you with hand to hand combat?"
The blond man shrugged. "Not great. I took karate as a kid and I've mostly kept up with it over the years, but I never actually advanced very far. I have no idea how to use any weapon aside from a staff. I've got a sword, but my skill with that boils down to 'stick them with the pointy end, slice them with the cutty side.'"
Nodding, Morgan looked to her daughter. "Mordred, you're sparring with Michael. Blunt sword only."
"Eh?" The energetic blonde perked up a bit, before looking at Michael skeptically. "I dunno. He doesn't look like much."
"The point of a spar isn't to win—"
"—it's to learn. Yeah, yeah," Mordred finished for her mother and moved away. In a flash of red light, she summoned a big two-handed sword that came up to just over her chin from the ground. Standing there in her boots, Daisy Dukes, tube top, and red jacket the blonde grinned at Michael. "Let's see what you've got, mister mage."
Michael sent a skeptical look towards Runeas, who leered. "Uehehe~! You have my approval, husband!"
Michael knew she didn't mean for the fight, so he decided not to dignify her typical horniness with a response. Instead, he moved over to stand in front of the girl and took up a beginner's ready stance. "Ready whenever you are, miss swordswoman."
Mordred grinned at that and lifted her sword one-handed. "Alright, let's fucking go!"
Runeas crossed her arms under her breasts and watched as the pair fought, a smug little smile on her face as Mordred swung and Michael dodged, ducked, and dove away from her swings. The girl quickly grew frustrated and eventually made a mistake, overextending on a swing and too winded to recover quick enough. Michael took advantage with a punch to the girl's solar plexus that drove the wind from her lungs, before he swept her off her feet and put her on the ground, wrapping her up in a submission hold as he pinned her down. Mordred tried to get out, but nothing she tried worked, and Michael eventually started punishing her for trying by punching her in the floating ribs.
"Alright, fine! I give up!" Mordred eventually declared.
"That was fun." Michael let her up and offered her a hand up.
The girl glared up at him, her face bright red, but took the offered hand. "Thanks," she murmured, before dismissing her sword and hurrying out of the courtyard.
"Fufufu," Morgan chuckled, as she got to work making another circle. "I doubt we'll be disturbed in such a way again, apprentice. Now, come. We're nearly finished with your evaluation."
That night, they again shared dinner around a comfortably small round table. Mordred sulked as she joined them and ate slower than she had the previous night. Morgan went over her thoughts on what she would be having Michael do to train going forward while they ate, even as she studied her daughter out of the corner of her eye.
Eventually, Runeas thumped Morgan under the table with her foot and met the other woman's eyes. Red eyes slid over to the other two at the table and Morgan's lips pulled into a faint smile. "And I believe that's it for now, Michael. I have some personal things I'd like to discuss with your wife, regarding a potential deal. I don't mind if you stay, but…"
"No, it's fine, Morgan. Think I'll go do some studying." Leaning in, he gave Runeas a kiss. "See you later."
"Mm, not much later~," Runeas chuckled, and Michael left with a nod and a goodbye to Mordred as well.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Mordred stood. "I'm done!"
With that announcement, she left the room in a hurry. Once the door was again closed, Runeas chuckled. "She couldn't be more obvious if she wore a neon sign."
"Ahh, no. My daughter barely knows the meaning of 'tact' and 'subtlety' eludes her entirely," Morgan sighed, as a mirror image brought a bottle of wine to the table. "She wears her heart on her sleeve and has no real sense of propriety. It's endearing in some ways, infuriating in others." Shaking her head, she asked, "So, what was it you wanted to speak about?"
"I want her."
Morgan blinked. "Hm?"
"Your daughter. I want her," Runeas repeated, leaning in with a grin. "For Michael."
"I'm not going to sell you my daughter, Runeas. Much as she may irritate me at times, she's still mine," Morgan frowned over the rim of her glass.
Runeas waved the other woman's concerns off. "I never said 'sell.' Let's just… put them together and see what happens. I've been training Michael for a while now and Mordred seems like the type. Eventually, she's going to set him off and he'll do what comes naturally."
"By which you mean…?"
The redhead grinned. "Spank her bratty ass until she cries, then push her down and mating press her!"
Morgan sighed, shaking her head. "I forget that you devils might as well be succubi."
"We're not nearly that bad!" Runeas shook her head. "This is entirely me, not because I'm a devil! I'm horny all on my own, thank you!" Giggling, she continued, "But that does bring me to what I want. I want a succubus."
"They're extinct," Morgan shook her head.
"Nah. People thought nekoshu were extinct too, but they've just been in hiding. Find me a succubus. I'd go through my family, but they're explicitly hiding from devils, so if they see a Gremory, they're likely to just run. You don't have to capture or subdue her, or anything else. Just find one. I'll make her an offer, and if she accepts, great. If not, we'll go our separate ways. Is that good?"
The ashen haired girl hummed, before slowly nodding. "Only if you're fine with possible failure."
"If they don't exist, they don't exist. But they do!"
"Very well."
Nodding happily, Runeas asked, "So? Any idea what you want?"
"Hmm. Let me think on what I want while I work on your request."
"Fine by me. So… do you think she took the bait?"
Morgan sighed, rolling her eyes. "No bet. By now, she's likely already challenged him. Do you want to go check on them?"
Runeas considered for a moment, before grinning. "Let's give it a few minutes."
"Very well."
"You know," Runeas murmured, reaching out and stroking a single finger over the back of Morgan's hand not holding her wine glass. "We could find a way to… strengthen our bonds…"
"I was warned about you," Morgan shook her head, pulling her hand away. "I believe grandmother said that if I allowed you to seduce me, you would ruin me for anyone else and I'd spend the rest of my life pining after you and no one would ever compare again. I'd like to avoid that."
"But you aren't seeing anyone anyway, so is that really so bad?" Runeas asked, wagging her eyebrows. "It'll be worth your time~. You, me, and Michael… we can even invite your daughter along and make it fun for the whole family~!"
Morgan made a frustrated little sound. "Why must you tempt me so?"
"Hmm," Runeas smirked. "Devil," she pointed out and Morgan shook her head. "Also, it could be because I've made it a point to seduce your entire bloodline since the first Morgan. By now, it's just a thing I have to do. If there's a Morgan, I must lewd them~!And because you all make such cute faces!"
"Get thee behind me, devil."
"Ooh, so you like it on all fours? That can be arranged~!"
"Oi!"
"Hm?" Michael hummed, turning back towards the dining room as Mordred hurried down the hall towards him. Sending her a smile, he asked, "What's up?"
"I want a rematch!" the blonde demanded, getting up in his face and glaring up at him, her finger in his face.
Shrugging, Michael asked, "Sure, I don't mind. When do you want it?"
"Now!"
"We just ate—"
"Then you're scared?!"
Sighing, Michael gestured down the hall. "No, but fine. Lead on."
Mordred nodded and stormed away, the sound of her stomps echoing off the walls around them. As they went, he asked, "So, what brought this about?"
"It was dishonorable and cowardly! If you had stood and faced me like a man, I would've won!"
Michael chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, you would have."
The girl sent him a confused look. "So you admit it."
"Well, yeah," he nodded. "I mean… you're a physical fighter. You've got a sword, which gives you reach. I was exhausted at the time and nearly out of mana, while you were fresh. Why in the world would I face you on anything resembling even footing? Fair fights are for suckers. I'm a wizard. If I can take you by surprise, hit you when I'm strongest and you're at your weakest, or retreat to plan out another method of attack if it looks like my attack failed, I will. What benefit is there to me staying and getting beaten, or killed?"
"…It's dishonorable."
"But I won. So it was honorable and just."
"What?! No! It was—"
Michael cut her off with a smile. "But I won, so I get to decide who was honorable and who wasn't. I fought bravely, using my superior speed and wits to out maneuver and outsmart my foe. My foe rushed in blindly and fought poorly, so regardless of how valorous it was, in the end they were still a fool who let their emotions get the better of them."
Mordred clenched her jaw as she glared. "Are you saying I'm a fool?"
"Hm? No. I'm saying that if I fought a battle like the one we had, that'd be my story. But all we did was spar, so it's not like anything important was on the line. It was a test for me and a learning moment for us both. There shouldn't be any hard feelings from a spar. If there are, someone's doing it wrong."
The blonde opened her mouth, only to close it with a sharp click of teeth. "The point of a spar isn't to win, it's to learn."
"You say something?"
Mordred shook her head. "No! Anyway, we're here!"
"So, how do we want to do this? To surrender? First blood? Points—?"
"Subdual! Whoever subdues the other wins," the blonde demanded, even as she looked away and marched to the other side of the garden she had led them to. Michael didn't miss the way she blushed up to her ears, however.
As she went, he hummed quietly, before a smile came to his lips. She's being antagonistic, but maybe she's just a tsundere. Let's see if I can push her buttons and get a reaction out of her…
Mordred turned around and summoned her sword, taking up her stance. "On three! One! Two! Three!"