Rave did a backflip to gain distance from Nathalia. A big mistake, as John noted to himself. Being in the air against an opponent several tis faster than oneself was just asking for trouble. Dodging was tough in such a match-up at the best of tis.
Therefore, Nathalia slamming her leg into Rave’s side and catapulting her a few dozen tres away was pretty much expected. John sighed, he had grown worryingly apathetic to seeing his girlfriend getting beaten up. Then again, he knew that this was a safe environnt, so that was just his Wisdom reassuring him that everything was fine.
He ford a sphere of healing sli above his Undine covered hand and threw it at Rave. The green ball glowed with vitality and was absorbed into Rave the mont it touched her. It wasn’t as effective as applying the sli directly to a wounded area, but it did the job.
Rave jumped straight back on her feet, which was remarkable in its own right. The regeneration may have been potent, but it didn’t ease the pain quite that fast, so her ability to just gloss over it was impressive. Not as impressive as John’s who, at this point, didn’t care about almost every injury. Considering surrounding factors, that accomplishnt was dulled. He was gradually leaving the other humans in his harem behind power wise.
Rave was trying her best to keep up. It would be futile, he was a Latebloor and she was not. She could be powerful in her own right though. “Why are you not training in your battle suit anyway?” John shouted at her as she threw herself at Nathalia. The dragoness was blocking every single attack with just one hand. Not because she was playing any gas or anything but because Rave’s frontal assault didn’t require her to turn her body.
“’Cause I don’t need to!” Rave shouted back and then executed a sweeping low kick that aid at Nathalia’s left leg, the side which had been under no threat for the past few seconds. Not a bad idea but ultimately fruitless, as the dragoness just raised her scaled foot to block the attack with her heel.
“You are executing attacks that rely on being as weak as you are, little Holly,” Nathalia purred and then allowed Rave to take her distance again.
“Weren’t you the one who was always whining ‘I can’t wear that, I would need to get used to it’,” John asked.
“A, I wasn’t whining, ya jerk,” Rave listed raising the index finger of her left hand, “Two,” she raised one finger on her other hand, “It doesn’t matter for the battlesuit, if it even exists, which it doesn’t, and…”
“But why wouldn’t it matter?” John interrupted her.
“’Cause I am your girlfriend and your girlfriend always knows best!” the techno-lover answered, nodding to herself, “Anyway, and drei,” she pointed at Nathalia with her little finger, “Nathy, don’t be so an.”
“…What did you just call ?” Nathalia growled, the gaps between her scales suddenly lighting up as her inner fire started to swell.
“Nathy, I thought ya needed a nickna, y’all need nicknas,” Rave declared; “What, ya don’t like Nathy? How about Nat-Nat? Thalia?”
The dragoness jumped straight at Rave, who smirked and threw out a blast of bright light. It was just that: simple light, with no heat or magical properties attached. The flare succeeded in blinding even Nathalia, even if it was for just the shortest of monts.
Rave ducked away under the clearly telegraphed assault and successfully ramd her knee into the V shaped gap between Nathalia’s scales on her stomach. A hit it might have been, but far from doing any serious damage to the dragoness, whose eyes had now recovered.
While Rave was still busy smirking to herself, the leg that was currently connecting to Nathalia was now the target of a clawed grab. “Pestering little insect,” the dragoness hissed. “You should fly like the annoyance you are.”
“That doesn’t sound go-“ Rave managed to say before Nathalia spun around, to gain montum, and then tossed her into the air.
“There she goes,” John marvelled, watching his girlfriend fly at least 50 tres upwards before gravity claid her again. Before he could consult Sylph on the matter, Momo was already there and caught her.
“That was fun,” Rave cheered.
“It wasn’t ant to be,” Nathalia growled, as if that wasn’t clear enough.
“I know, but I don’t care,” the techno-lover tip-tapped her way towards John once Momo had put her back down. She pressed a big kiss on his lips and said, “Break ti.”
“Okay, so my confusion of your battle suit aside,” John said, “how is your progress?”
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