"Fuck…" Emily murmured, annoyed with her own defeat.
Her entire body thrummed with unbearable heat, a hazy fog clouding her mind as waves of horniness crashed over her. Yet the sting of loss cut sharper, fueling a frustration that eclipsed even the desperate ache between her thighs.
"You really pulled a dirty trick this time," she said, forcing a fierce smile through gritted teeth.
She wasn't angry, not truly. If anything, her eyes ignited with renewed fire, a warrior's blaze that promised retribution.
Whatever twisted power he had unleashed to turn her own body against her, she hungered to resist and conquer it. As a warrior, she needed to master every sensation, bending them to her will in the name of war.
"Impressive," she admitted, voice husky with equal parts admiration and defiance.
Her body betrayed her then, acting on raw, animal instinct. With a frustrated little growl, Emily hooked two fingers into the soaked crotch of her leggings and ripped.
As she was wearing no panties, the thin, sweat-drenched fabric gave way with a sharp tear, leaving a ragged hole that exposed her glistening, swollen pussy to the cool arena air.
She plunged her fingers inside immediately, two at once, pumping hard and fast, hips jerking as she chased relief. Wet, obscene sounds filled the place, a trickle of her arousal spattered onto the stone beneath her feet.
"Are you angry?" Nolan asked, watching her with a predatory gleam.
"No, not at all," she declared, eyes burning with unyielding determination even as her fingers plunged deeper, knuckles whitening. Her whole body was aflame, lust and battle instinct intertwining in a storm. "In war, all that matters is victory."
She bit her lower lip, sensual at first, then tipping into something wild, until a bead of blood rose. She licked it away with a savage grin.
The metallic taste of her blood only heightened her frenzy; she was loving the chaos of feeling, her body burning.
Emily was really going crazy amidst all of it.
"I won't lose to this," she vowed, her voice rising like a battle cry. "There's nothing I hate more than defeat. So bring it on, every filthy trick, every incredible, twisted power you've got. I'll crush it all and still stand victorious. And if I fall? Then this will have been the greatest battle of my life!"
Her eyes gleamed with manic intensity, laughter bubbling up from her chest.
It could have been truly intimidating, an epic stand against overwhelming odds… if not for the fact that through it all, Emily was fingering herself with desperate desire.
Her free hand is clutching her huge breast through the remnants of her armor, juices pooling shamelessly at her feet.
"You know," Nolan chuckled, his voice low and mocking, "your speech would've hit a lot harder if you weren't acting like such a desperate, horny slut right now."
"It's your fault for turning me into this," Emily shot back with a wicked grin, her fingers finally slowing, withdrawing with a slick pop.
Incredibly, she wrested control back, her warrior's spirit overriding the inferno of lust raging through her veins.
It was the first time Nolan had seen anyone resist his aphrodisiac skill so completely, and damn if it didn't make her even more alluring.
"You never cease to amaze me, I thought I had found the perfect trick to defeat any woman," he grinned.
Then, without another word, Emily finally unleashed her second gift. Her eyes began to glow with a vivid purple hue, small electric sparks crackling around her.
The bracelet she wore seemed to react to the energy, activating some hidden mechanism. It opened on its own, unfolding into a tubular shape. Suddenly, the material expanded and shifted, forming a long, sharpened point at its end.
It became a spear.
"Get ready… because now I'm going all in," Emily murmured, her blood burning with the thrill of battle.
"Wait, at least put on a new set of armor, and I need to replace mine too, it's already damaged," Nolan argued.
But Emily didn't seem to hear him at all. She simply stared at her spear for a few seconds, her eyes completely overtaken by the hunger for battle.
"Come on… I won't be able to hold myself back much longer," she whispered, licking the tip of the weapon, letting a thin line of her own blood run down the spear. "If you manage to land even a single hit on me, we can say I lost. How about that?"
Before Nolan could respond, Emily lunged forward. Instinctively, he reactivated his magic nullification, and the sparks dancing around her vanished instantly, along with part of her overwhelming speed.
He narrowly avoided the first strike of her spear, stepping back several paces.
Now that Emily was using a real weapon, Nolan was at a disadvantage, even in a fight without magic.
And perhaps noticing that, the girl spun in a full 360° turn and suddenly slashed one of the steel lockers lined up around the arena, cutting its door cleanly in half and revealing the weapons stored inside.
"Darling," she purred in a soft, teasing tone, "which weapon do you prefer?"
"A sword and shield," he answered without thinking.
Immediately, Emily handed him exactly what he asked for.
The battle resumed, and the truth was painfully simple: Nolan had no idea how to use a sword. He had never fought with one before, and its weight threw off his balance more than it helped him.
The shield, on the other hand, was much easier. All he had to do was block.
"Whatever," he muttered, tossing the sword aside. He decided to rely solely on the small round shield strapped to his arm.
With that, he could at least defend against Emily's spear strikes, wait for an opening, and move in close enough to land a single hit.
Besides, she had spent nearly all her mana in their first duel. Without time to recover, she should have been at her limit.
Nolan braced himself, blocking another violent thrust that sent vibrations up his arm. He tightened his stance, reading her movements, waiting for the moment she overcommitted.
There…
A tiny gap in her guard.
He lunged forward, shield up, ready to finally strike…
But Emily's eyes flashed.
In the same instant, a burst of mana detonated beneath her feet, launching her backward in a single fluid motion.
The shockwave kicked dust across the arena as she shot out of the reach of his nullification field, landing several meters away with feline grace.
Her spear spun once in her hand before she leveled it at him again, a wild smile curving her lips, as the lightning sparks reappeared.
"Nice try," she teased with a light smile, her hand cupping her huge tits for a second.
Without giving her a second to breathe, Nolan sprang forward. She wasn't far, and she should have been exhausted. If he closed the distance, he could nullify her magic again, and he had already proven he could deflect her spear strikes with his shield.
However, Emily's lips curled into a manic smile.
"Darling, you're not the only one with tricks," she murmured to herself.
She had intentionally avoided using her mother's gift until now, knowing that most of the time it would be useless… and because she wanted to catch him completely off guard.
Simply put, her power allowed her to control electricity. Strong, yes, but not overwhelmingly broken.
Except for one very strange ability that both she and her mother possessed: the capacity to absorb the surrounding mana at an absurd rate.
Every woman naturally absorbed a small amount of ambient mana, adding to what their bodies produced. But Emily could absorb mana hundreds of times faster, essentially allowing her to fully recover her energy in seconds.
This was the absurdly broken power that made Emily's mother the most powerful person in the world.
"Supercharge," she whispered.
Lightning sparks danced wildly around her as she felt her mana surge back to full… until it all stopped at once.
Nolan had gotten close enough. Naturally, her ability didn't work inside his nullification field.
"Fine…" she muttered, forcing her charged mana outward in a burst and dashing in for an attack, which Nolan blocked cleanly with his shield.
And once again, before he could counter, she retreated in a single swift leap, escaping the radius of his suppression.
"Supercharge," she repeated, this time fully restoring herself without interruption.
Nolan rushed in again, unaware that Emily's mana reserves were completely replenished… but he was about to find out.
"Take this, darling!" she purred, raising her hand toward the ceiling.
Above her, ten mana spears materialized, and she fired all of them at once.