A satisfying crunch rang out in the training room as the bloodied human fell face first into the soft dirt. Kamri smiled to herself holding her coiled, demonic bo-staff tightly. The dazed human struggled to get back on his feet.<\/span><\/p>\n “Impressive, Kamri. Now finish him off,” the cloaked man spoke, looking on from the deep shadows of the chamber.<\/span><\/p>\n Kamri walked over to the fallen human. The built man looked up in sorrow, raising his trembling hand in submission. Without hesitation, Kamri released an extremely heavy blow across the man’s face, smashing in the side of his skull. The man collapsed into a motionless slump. Kamri bit her lower lip in twisted rejoice. The cloaked man clapped his hands slowly in congratulation, emerging from the shadows and into the beam of torchlight spilling down into the fighting pit chamber.<\/span><\/p>\n “Very good. Your skills are improving, Kamri. Yuldasha and her Court will be pleased,” the dark man spoke.<\/span><\/p>\n “Thank you, Master Neicul.”<\/span><\/p>\n Kamri bowed before him in her newly adorned Kazdruk attire and a more appropriate overall Kazdruk look. Kamri now hung her darkening hair pulled back with an under shave, leaving\u00a0 <\/span>loose wild strands dancing across her face. The top was pulled back in tight braids, while the rest of her hair hung behind her head in one long, thick twisting braid that reached her ass. Her fiery orange eyes glowed a steady deep pulse, perfectly outlined in smokey eyeshadow and black liner. Black war paint framed her eyes and ran off to the sides. Long, spindly, runic-like tattoos ran up her jaw line symmetrically. The black spear patterns streaked up her cheeks before stopping at her cheekbones. A thick armored collar hung around Kamri’s neck followed by two tilted crescent shaped cups. The black shadow armor hugged her supple breasts tightly. The smooth demon metal wrapped around her chest like a horseshoe, clasping behind her. The cup’s lack of a bridging gore exposed her sternum, further accentuating her soft breasts. Her entire lightly toned stomach was exposed, glimmering softly in the pit light.<\/span><\/p>\n Sleek, twisting ebony vambraces, rerebraces, and couters ran up the length of her arms, stopping at her exposed shoulders before flaring out to either side. A deep, ‘V’ shaped black thong rested on her wide hips before plugging low, stopping right before her pubic reign. Textured, angled black leather thigh-highs ran down her powerful legs, smoothly blending into her armored footwear.<\/span><\/p>\n Kamri<\/p>\n Neicul was a mysterious, dark, and tall humanoid Kazdruk with broad shoulders. His large hood covered most of his face. Most times Kamri meet with him was during training; she could only make out his lower half of his face. His eyes glowed a soft steady pupil-less white. He usually wore a black, leather armored, sleeveless vest layered in thin, overlapping draconic scales. Each scale varied in shades of black and void-like nether. Intricate engravings swirled and twisted along the strips of leather. It reminded her of some kind of malevolent perversion of Northern elvish textile and decor. It was lined with a pair of large curvy Kazdruk combat knives; dark and deadly, elegant but twisted.<\/span><\/p>\n The vest hugged his muscular frame tightly, sometimes appearing as if it were painted across his upper body. Kamri could see every muscle flex and tighten under it as he spoke and moved. Black swirling and chaotic demon runes ran up his powerful bare arms. His skin was ashy and tan, much like Kamri’s. From what she could tell by the way he moved and spoke, she guessed him to be around thirty to forty; \u00a0it was always troublesome to determine any demon’s age. Ebony gauntlets wrapped across each wrist, rounding off over the top of his hands. His vest tightened around his waist leading down to a long dark leather battle-kilt. The piece stopped around his knees; it was lined with small polished reptilian black claws. Simple form fitting smooth black leather pants ran down to heavy black boots.<\/span><\/p>\n Neicul approached closer and looked her over head to toe. Kamri thought she saw his extended canines when he grinned – similar to her own vampiric pair – but the torches dancing overhead casted a lot of strange shadows that tricked the eye. She could sense him as he drew closer to her, a side effect of her transformation that she assumed every demon here possessed. This feeling reminded her that every day she felt stronger and grew more attuned. Her hunger and animalistic tendencies grew as well while her control over them strengthened.<\/span><\/p>\n His scent hit Kamri first; it was spicy and laced with coal and smoke. The sweet smell of his leather and Kuzdruk metals enveloped her. She could sense his demeanor. He radiated a complex wave of aggression, militancy, dominance and mastery overflowing with lust and arousal. He hid all of it behind a cool and collected wall of ice and secrecy. She could sense his inner conflict as he held himself back. Knowing he could sense her, Kamri attempted to remain as stoic and neutral as possible.<\/span><\/p>\n He was about to say something, then paused for a moment as his eyes flickered and took one step back.<\/span><\/p>\n “Not too bad Izz suppose,” a woman’s voice suddenly spoke out above the fighting pit. Kamri looked up and saw Jelthra standing beside a torch, leaning on a bone railing looking downwards.<\/span><\/p>\n “Ah, good evening, Jelthra. And how are we this eve?” Neicul spoke out, smiling under his hood before giving an overly cynical, exaggerated bow. His voice was deep; he spoke with the typical harsh Kazdruk accent but the way he delivered his words were a bit smoother in nature.<\/span><\/p>\n “Anyone can fight a group of wazhed up prizoners, Neicu,” Jelthra spoke mockingly. She jumped down from the second floor landing inside the fighter’s pit in front of Kamri. “Lez us see how well you’ve really trained her.”<\/span><\/p>\n Jelthra Jelthra rushed Kamri again with a more complex flurry of swings. Kamri dug the base of her staff into the dirt, blocking the oncoming strikes. She quickly swung up horizontally, matching every strike as if she was a mirror reflecting Jelthra. However, Kamri was losing and giving up ground again. She spun out of the approaching wall she was backing into. Kamri flurried her staff in a quick circular motion, transitioning the spin behind her back while spinning herself. As she spun, she kicked away from the wall and started her offensive. She struck high on Jelthra, setting up a diversion so she could follow through with the opposite side of her staff and strike low. The simple attack worked flawlessly – the low strike caught Jelthra in the leg, knocking her off balance, but Jelthra dove into a roll to avoid any further incoming strikes. She came up with with her sword pommel first, knocking Kamri in the face. Kamri stumbled backward before returning a spinning roundhouse kick. Jelthra ducked below the kick and rose, up launching her own kick. Kamri parried off her kick with her staff. Kamri hesitated for a moment as her mind momentarily relapsed; she slipped into the past as her head was bombarded with memories and visions of Elu. She quickly regained herself, shaking the memories free. Kamri sluggishly tried to stab her staff into Jelthra’s stomach. Jelthra sidestepped it and caught Kamri’s staff with her hand, locking it in place between her torso and arm.<\/span><\/p>\n Jelthra smiled before unleashing a blast of twisting energy into the staff. The purple bolts arced up the staff into Kamri’s hands, driving immense pain into the elf’s body. Kamri screamed out as her muscles seized up. In one smooth motion, Jelthra sheathed her own sword and released the bow-staff dropping it the ground. She quickly reached up, grabbing Kamri’s head with both hands while leaping upward and drove Kamri’s face into her knee. A heavy crunch rang out as Kamri fell back to the ground in agony.<\/span><\/p>\n “A bit disappointing Neicul, I muz say,” Jelthra mentioned with a frown. She walked towards Neicul on the other side of the chamber, calmly placing her hands on his chest as he smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n “I personally know yoz can do better, Neicul; dy say you are ze best.”<\/span><\/p>\n Jelthra lowered her voice to a whisper as Kamri slowly rose back to her feet in a daze, blood trickling from her nose. Jelthra looked into Neicul’s eyes lustfully.<\/span><\/p>\n “…Show me again zum time how you handle your weapon.”<\/span><\/p>\n Jelthra smiled, looking downward momentarily at his pants before back up to his eyes. She kissed him softly on his cheek before walking away towards Kamri. Neicul paused for a moment, watching as she walked away.<\/span><\/p>\n “Hey…Don’t neglect the chain of command, Jelthra.”<\/span><\/p>\n Jelthra ignored Neicul’s comment and only smiled at Kamri before bumping into her hard with her heavy shoulder pauldron while passing. Kamri grimaced in anger but didn’t move or retaliate. She only looked onward squeezing her fists tightly, silently seething. She calmly reached down and picked up her staff.<\/span><\/p>\n “Go clean up and meet me in the great library in one hour,” Neicul spoke coldly.<\/span><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.dominionschain.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/Kamri-2_1.jpg\")
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\nWithout warning, Jelthra unsheathed her blade and slashed towards Kamri. The dark elf positioned her bo-staff vertically, blocking Jelthra’s sideways slash. Not breaking her step, Jelthra criss-crossed her attack and slashed again from the other side. Kamri swung her staff, blocking her second attack. Jelthra didn’t let up and continued her assault, aggressing into her opponent. She slashed at Kamri from every conceivable angle while Kamri gave up ground and steadily moved backward. Deflecting the human’s attacks, Kamri waited for an opening. Jelthra swung in from a high overhead strike. Instead of absorbing the strike as a simple block, Kamri side stepped and let Jelthra’s blade move with her staff, forcing her to follow through and drive her blade into the dirt. Kamri used the opening to flurry her staff around over her head and catch Jelthra hard in the side of her face. Jelthra cried out as she lost her balance and fell awkwardly to her side. She quickly regained herself and tossed her head upward in anger, a trickle of fresh blood running down her face and lip.<\/span><\/p>\n