Marianne''s eyes seemed to change colour as their des collided, her strikes like an engine revving up, faster, sharper. She began to collide with Lancelot as her body twisted, curled and folded, using her feminine body to the extreme.


    Deng!


    Deng!


    sh!


    Lancelot''s de sliced across the air as she rolled her body back, almost snapping her spine, leaning back so far before she thrust forward with a light kick to break his guard as she snapped back with a deadlybination of thrusts using her left and right to follow up.


    "Haa!"


    This is so fun!


    Her speed and power keep increasing each time we collide, while her strikes be more erratic and blurred!


    Tap! Tap! Tap!


    He found her assault difficult to evade, stepping back with light steps, using his left-handed wakizashi to deflect her blows, taking slight hits to his forearm as her attacks seemed to distort and wrap around his de.


    Marianne stabbed once using her left while piercing upward using her right with astounding synergy between her arms, forcing Lancelot to stumble back again as he missed his chance to counter.


    Her assault seemed able to easily prate his defence as Marianne spun once and swung down with both swords, the air howling from the power as the blow put immense weight onto his crossed des, creating small, hairline cracks in several bones in his body, causing Lancelot to grit his teeth.


    "Hah!"


    "Ugh...!"


    The overwhelming strength wasn''t the only thing as Marianne''s twin swords slid past his defences using strange circr swings Lancelot felt had meaning; this revealed his chest, with the womanughing victoriously while slicing hard with both swords, causing the skin upon his pecs to bleed while he coughed with pain flying stumbling back with several steps, close to the ring''s edge.


    "Is this everything you have? Where is that beautiful, enchanting phantasmal sword you showed in the entrance exam!"


    After two years in Avalon, her abilities were immense, and her skill was something he didn''t expect. Lancelot realised that Marianne probably never stopped training in all that time, each day fighting and trying to surpass herself.


    "We said sword only... that is rted to ether."


    Her skill was ridiculous and marvellous as he recalled Arthur using these styles frequently when he fought him in the past life, but they were nothingpared to this.


    "Use it! I am using ether to maintain my skills! Fight me with your strongest!"


    It was like a master and a junior as Marianne began to spin during her left downward attack, and Lancelot instinctively knew to block her swing while maintaining a guarded posture against the second stabbing motion due to her twist!


    sh!


    The twin western singlehanded swords moved as if alive, gripping his defences while Lancelot knew she could perform multiple actions at the same time since she allowed him to use ether.


    He didn''t hold back as thefortable feeling that he held back started to flow like a raging tsunami. The afterimage of his des tripled as his speed, power, and strikes explosively increased with every passing strike while the two became an explosion of sharp echos.


    sh!


    ng!


    Deng!


    It happened at such a speed that Marianne seemed surprised. The distorted swordsmanship she spent over a decade perfecting slowly fell into a rhythm, unable to counter his beautiful purple sword.


    Like a butterfly caught in a dream, Lancelot guided her with his strikes, slowly cornering Marianne, hitting her tiny bumps of fat covered by athletic clothing with several thrusts, causing her cheeks to blush and lips to bite into a bloodthirsty smile of ecstasy at his beautiful attacks.


    "More!"


    Her voice was ecstatic as she began to glow with a dark red ether glow, her sword bing blurry to Lancelot''s demonic eye, but his divine eye saw through her trick!


    She''s using her wrists to move the de and create a vibrative force rapidly! Making it seem like her des are bending and distorted!


    "Marianna, I aming!"


    "Come, keeping until I can no longer stand!"


    [...]


    [These two don''t realise how erotic this is, do they?]


    [Their clothes are torn, hanging off both almost naked from the waist up, panting and sweating, screaming e" over and over... the poor maids are bright red!]


    Their fighting style was extraordinary and extreme! He found Marianne to match the title Mistress of des as the battle dragged on for twenty minutes nonstop, yet they didn''t stop, matching each other perfectly and pushing each other to higher levels.


    His des no longer relied on pure ether to fight, as the purple colour faded and became a dark red mixed with ck, the exact colour of his demonic mes each strike now causing Marianna to deal with three blows.


    Her eyes didn''t seem to care as he cut her chest open with small cuts, her eyes glowing with a golden light, as her des were evolving the same.


    It was as if the two were made to fight each other, to be each other''s grindstones, like muses of the sword.


    "Ah... faster!"


    Though Lancelot was stronger, Marianne''s instinctive reactions allowed her to cause greater harm, and whenever the pair got serious, they began to reach drawbacks, breaking and ending the duel.


    "Hah!"


    Soon, the time counted upwards; over forty minutes psed, and their attacks were brutal, fast and deadly, one strike catching Marianne''s throat, causing her to choke, before lunging at his body, hitting his corbone, the de snapping as the bone seemed to shatter.


    "I want more!"


    "Here Ie, Lancelot!"


    They alternated between the assant and defender, the floor filled with their sweat as both held one sword, the other broken into splintered wood.


    Forty-seven draws, neither wanted to lose, seeking victory!


    Marianne''s eyes changed from that of seeing a potential enemy or ally, and her eyes were like a female seeking a partner each moment she did nothing but watch Lancelot''s figure, pushing him further and further to see his limit while Lancelot enjoyed the exhration Marianna gave him for many reasons as he unleashed everything.


    Crack


    Both sides'' injuries mounted up while using ether to recover from the most severe wounds, not listening to reason; however, Lancelot forgot one minor thing...


    ''Shit....!''


    Suddenly, he spotted an opening as Marianne lunged forward, his left fist smashed into her abdomen, causing blood to ssh from her full lips. Marianna vomited a mouthful and staggered as his knee struck her sternum, dazing her further.


    He forgot what he was; in the midst of their battle, his demonic side began to show.


    Grabbing Marianne by her hair and mming her to the ground, his instincts took over Lancelot, wanting to mount her and finish her before someone threw a white towel across his face, with Morgana looking at him with soft eyes.


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    Ah... I almost lost control, and this woman made me so crazy with lust and desire... both as a woman and a warrior, like Rena.


    Marianne copsed on the floor groaning as Lancelot felt his exhaustion catch up with him, falling beside the dizzy beauty; he watched with gentle gold and grey pupils at Morgana pulling something out of a brown bag and injecting Marianne and himself with a healing salve, as the maids rushed to prepare bandages and treatment.


    "It was amazing... Marianne."


    "Y-You too... Lancelot..."


    They looked at each other differently, as if through their swords; each other''s personality waspletely portrayed, even his bottomless lust at the end, as a red hue painted the vixen''s cheeks as she was tended to by her maids.


    "Stay for dinner; I want to talk more with you about swords... and us."


    "I..."


    The moment he seemed to be rejecting her, she suddenly stumbled forward, herrge, soft breasts pressing against his chest as if she cared nought, looking into his eyes with hers gleaming brightly.


    "I will help you restore the du Lac family to their rightful ce."


    Her words didn''t mean anything to him at first, but when he realised what they meant, Lancelot''s chest stirred, although he could be a noble in his own right...


    A longing always existed in his heart, the name and image of that kind woman who cradled him.


    "Do you swear on that promise?"


    His hand lifted her chin, causing the maids and Morgana to look awkward as the two practically held each other, seeming to be about to kiss.


    "If you stay..."


    "If I stay? Thank you, Marianna... You will never regret supporting my family."


    She ced both palms against his chest before letting out a sigh of hot air. The scent was sweet with a hint of spearmint, "I do not support your family, but you alone... fool."


    He was her only ticket to save her mother and restore their lives to normal. Thus, Marianne slowly pressed her lips against Lancelot, leaving Morgana, Lancelot himself and the maids shocked before he began kissing her hungrily.


    "... Stay... please..." She spoke between hungry kisses as Marianna was greedy for more.


    He tried to push her away, but her grip was like a snake that captured her pray, wrapping around Lancelot,pletely dominating Marianna leaned towards his earlobe, gently licking with her red tongue, sending electrifying pulses travelling through his spine directly affecting hisher region...


    "Stay! Fufu."


    Marianne pulled away, sucking thest of his taste and saliva into her mouth as she skipped away, letting the maids put a robe on her body, smiling brightly as Lancelot felt this woman was even scarier than Rena or Morgana!


    I feel like this was her n from the start...