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Fighting and the Girls 2 – Distant Problems

‘Ya really don’t need to do that,’ Rave comnted telepathically as she watched from her vantage point. Sitting on top of a rock in the earth segnt, she followed Copernicus’ movents as he jumped around their opponent. It was a pretty one-sided fight, almost exactly like a cat playing with a mouse.

They were still massively stronger than almost anyone attending the tournant. In fact, the only people Rave knew for sure were a challenge and likely to win against her were John and the Art Eater. A few others had shown to be pretty capable over the day, with a surprise candidate from the Amacat also blasting her way upwards through the bracket. Rave would probably et her in the half finale if everything went on.

She could have asked John for the girl’s level, but she preferred to do these things on the fly. Especially in a tournant setting where she wasn’t really in any danger.

‘I’m not just a glorified mana refinery!’ Copernicus hissed back way more intensely than Rave had anticipated any answer to be. At the sa ti, he seemingly decided to end the fight, his golden fur glowing and transforming him into a streak of light as he pounced with more force than his small body indicated, ripping the enemy to the floor.

The floor, in this case, being the artificial pond in the water section of the arena. While Copernicus jumped off his opponent’s back, securing himself from the wet fate, the opponent dropped in like a boulder. Copernicus hadn’t hard him in any aningful way, at least Rave didn’t see any blood in the water that would be evident of claws getting used, but the person gave up anyway. Likely out of a sense of futility.

“Ya wanna talk about that?” Rave asked once Copernicus strutted over to her, the suncat walking with his tail raised high. “‘Cause I get the feeling we should kinda talk about that.”

“For all I care, shortly,” the light elental owed back as they walked off. “I just don’t like being the weakest around,” the solar feline opened up surprisingly easy. For all of his cattish mood swings and indecisiveness, Copernicus was committed when he actually did make a decision. “I’m going to manage, just irks soti.”

“Well, I still need ya in an advisory role,” Rave reminded him. Denying the reality of their power situation wouldn’t do them any good and Copernicus was the one responsible for much of her growth. On her own, Rave liked to laze around and only do the minimum training. Wanting to keep up with her boyfriend in so fashion had solved the motivation issue. She still sucked at deciding what she should train though, which was where the solar feline was the most important.

Sure, he was weaker than her, but being a light elental, he had a lot more insight into a lot of the magical aspects of her toolkit. At the sa ti, he was the one to create the training regin.

“I know, you’re awful at organizing,” Copernicus purred back in a friendly, mocking fashion as they tapped out of the arena. “And my original intention in serving you was to only give you the tools to fend for yourself. Which I am doing a splendid job at.”

“Eh, 6 out of 10,” Rave returned in an equally bantering fashion. “Can’t beat Romulus yet.”

“Of course you can’t,” Copernicus owed and rolled his neck in the sa way people rolled their eyes. “Point being, I just don’t like being one of the weaker people around. Not a paradigm my last contract shared.”

“Ya don’t talk about that one a lot,” Rave pointed out, barely even knowing that there was one.

“Because it wasn’t a great ti,” Copernicus owed back. “I an, the weather in Germany is nice.”

“Eh, could be hotter,” Rave comnted, rembering her own younger years in Europe.

“But,” Copernicus continued, “had I known that the idea behind the contract was to eventually ld with soone, I wouldn’t have taken it. I liked the guy, but I wouldn’t have died for him, and him then trying to figure out a version of the ritual that forced to comply… not cool.”

“People that are an to cats deserve a kick in the balls,” Rave exclaid.

“Ah, there is my favourite girlfriend!” the Lightbearer heard John greet her once she had made it out of the arena’s innards and back up to the watcher’s area, particularly the area the Gar had reserved for himself and those close to him. Not far below, a couple of news channels had put up their caras filming the entire event. “And her attached sass cat.”

“We gonna be fine, right?” Rave asked, lowering her hand down in front of Copernicus’ face. After looking at it for a few monts, sniffing as if that wasn’t the sa hand he had seen countless tis before, he rubbed the side of his face along her hand.

“Like I would let this get down; the alternative is breaking the contract and going back to that imnsely boring elental plane. Listening to Sol and Father Light bickering again. You’re montarily obnoxious, but I can deal with that if it ans I get to stay here.”

“You’re such a tsundere,” Rave giggled, pulling her hand back up as Copernicus turned to leave and stroll around the island on his own. “I’m gonna ask Aclysia for so tuna later, kay?”

“Good contractor,” Copernicus shouted back one last ti before jumping down a few stairs and eventually vanishing from sight.

John evidently didn’t mind the montary ignoring, as he was on the phone. “Who ya talking to?” Rave wanted to know when she sat down on his right. That side had been claid by Salamander until a mont ago, the endfla elental respectfully giving the Lightbearer her spot. The left side was covered by Aclysia, who was embracing the Gar’s and snuggling up against him.

At this point, that had beco the habit of almost everyone in the harem, so Rave followed suit. She hadn’t always been that touchy with him, although she was generally soone who liked physical contact. It was just that her boyfriend had changed so much for the better that constantly hugging him was just so satisfying.

For a start, the body under those clothes may still have been rather lanky, but she could feel muscles way more than bones, which had been dominant in the early days. It was imnsely more satisfying to press against a body with that mixture of firm and softness of relaxed muscles. Then there was him looking way better, that eliminated any subconscious inhibitions she may have had towards being seen with him in public. Also, just the reputation they had by now making it so she didn’t care whatsoever. Obviously, there was the fact that she just kept loving him and her body was both trained and naturally inclined to just be happy when she was around him, the closer the better.

Last but by no ans least was the fact that he slled amazing. Although they still hadn’t successfully rediscovered that aweso cologne that Nathalia had introduced once upon a ti, they had gone through nurous alternatives. By now, they had a number of different treatnts. At least every three days, John was subjected to a full body oil massage by Aclysia. He showered every day, having high quality body wash rinse his body clean. His clothes were lightly perfud, again by virtue of Aclysia. Lastly, the constant cuddles with all of the girls, who all had their own pleasing fragrances, be it by their own hygiene products or by nature.

It all mixed together, layered into an enticing scent of burning sandalwood, cinnamon, freshly cut oranges and just general sweetness that had probably seeped so far into John’s pores at this point that he would have serious problems would he ever want to get rid of it. Thankfully, it wasn’t so intense that it drowned out all other slls. Rave hated it when people slled like they had jumped into a bathtub of perfu. There was such a thing as too much of the good.

“It’s Lydia,” John responded hastily before returning to his phone call.

Rave was suddenly happy that Copernicus had just departed. Whenever the suncat heard of Lydia, he felt the need to make a number of remarks about his distaste of the ritual. Given what Rave had just learned in such a casual fashion, she understood, but it didn’t help to get the two of them along.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all going well… oh, seems like it’s my turn soon… No, not in the tournant,” he lowered his voice to make sure none of the reporters picked things up, “I need to make sure sobody has plenty motivation to do sothing stupid…” Rave faintly picked up an answer, while she took complete advantage of her situation, her fingers working not only on her boyfriend’s torso but also Aclysia’s arm. It was nice to have one pretty high quality specin of the male side and a bunch of individually beautiful girls to play with. “…Hey, I’m not creating a traitor, I just encourage sobody who was a dick from the start to actually put his money where his mouth is!”

Rave couldn’t help but giggle when John was entangled into a little argunt, in which he had very little to say that wasn’t a re attempt at getting an answer in. Like anyti else, Lydia had her way around scolding John, even if he was probably way cleverer than her at this point. Eventually, they reached so sort of agreent and John shifted in those little ways that told Rave that he was about to get up.

“Gim the phone, if ya don’t need it,” the Lightbearer said, before her boyfriend could end the call.

“Sure?” John was a bit confused, but after giving Lydia a quick warning, handed over the phone. “Love you,” he said and planted a quick kiss on Rave’s lips.

“Not sure if ya talking to , the princess or your convoluted sches,” Rave joked while putting the phone against her ear, looking at her boyfriend’s ass while he walked away. That had also definitely gotten more toned when he got more muscular. ‘Mine,’ she thought happily.

“Yes,” John gave the smartass answer, winking at her with a natural smoothness.

“You’re stealing my move!” Rave complained; they both laughed as he walked away, waving over his shoulder. Then she put the phone against her ear, “Hey there, Lylytina, what’cha wearing?”

“My underwear,” the matter of fact tone in which the always so stern woman presented her answer made Rave giggle even more.

“Not like ya to wear so little,” the Lightbearer pointed out.

“The sumr is rciless.”

“Don’t you have air conditioning or sothing?”

“Weather here in Germany does not normally reach levels that such things are necessary. Therefore, no, I have nothing like that installed within my work room,” she retorted, sounding a bit nasal in her words. “I also have to take contention with you calling a princess. I am either queen or empress, depending on which level of aristocracy you observe.”

“Well, excuuuuuse , princess,” Rave answered imdiately and had a genuine laugh at her own joke while Lydia groaned, having heard that joke way too often. “Sorry, but you walked right into that one.”

“I suppose I did.”

“Ya sound better though, sickness away?”

“The last few symptoms are sticking stubbornly around; I would categorize myself as recovered, however,” Lydia confird, adding in a sarcastic tone, “Who could have guessed that hearing good news of my overseas lover would contribute positively towards my wellbeing.”

“Yeah, things have gone pretty well recently,” Rave let out a bit of a sigh. “Which traditionally ans sothing has to go wrong soon.”

“That is a fallacy,” Lydia stated. A chair creaked in the background, then piano music began to softly play as the queen did what she usually did when she felt like she had a minute to get away with it. “It is simply that life itself is made out of good and bad segnts. Unless you do sothing that would lead to an accumulation of debt, there is no need to assu sothing will go bad though.”

Rave blinked rapidly for a few seconds, “Are ya trying to sell so hopeful ssage right now, miss pragmatism?”

“Nein,” Lydia answered so quickly she accidentally switched back to German. “Hope is a bad decision influencer. I am simply stating that there is no universal law that dictates that good tis must be followed by bad tis or vice versa. It’s a misconception born from the way human’s think.”

“Jeez, yes, Lyly, I know,” Rave joked, “ya need to relax and not take everything people say apart on a fundantal level, my girl.”

“I suppose I could stop, but I find it hard to judge when you are genuinely wrong and when you are speaking in jest. I do apologize,” Lydia responded with a sigh. “While we are on the topic of and lectures, please make sure John is not repeating plans like his current one too often. It’s a way to grow enemies.”

“Well, he calls it machia-whatchacallit.”

“Machiavellian,” Lydia stated.

“That’s the one!”

“Well, it most certainly is. I know he is aware, but with him it’s a constant struggle to find out if he is being extrely smart or simply arrogant at tis.”

“He usually got things, so I don’t think we need to worry too much.”

“Last ti he didn’t, he had the lucky outco of only losing his eyesight,” Lydia’s iron tone sunk right into Rave’s chest, as if soone was pushing a frozen piece of tal against her. At the sa ti, the tune in the background turned to slow, deep notes. “I grant him that it wasn’t majorly his arrogance that caused that, he weighed the odds and ca up short, but I want to keep the odds of repeating that as low as possible. Surely, you don’t need that preached.”

“I really don’t, no,” Rave answered in a serious tone. “Heavy stuff… yeah, I’ll keep an eye on him. In less serious but still unpleasant news, did ya hear about the birthday problem?”

“I am in the know and in the process of formulating my alternatives,” the queen responded swiftly, the piano picked up to a quicker, less damning lody. “Since I already took my schedule into account, I am flexible around the allocated ti fra.”

“Ah, alrighty,” Rave humd. “And did ya hear about that thing Salamander bought?”

“Is it sothing that doesn’t burn?”

“Pretty sure a couch can burn…”

“What would she require a couch for?”

“Apparently she and Siena have like so sort of plan? Don’t quote on that, you better ask them yourself.”

“I certainly think that having agreed to Sylph’s proposal was already service enough to make good on my general cooperation willingness.”

“To be fair, it is a pretty hawt idea.”

“The way you pronounce that word offends … oh, Mother tal…”

“What?” Rave asked, confused as to why Lydia suddenly sounded so shocked. Even the piano stopped.

“I just realized I am currently engaging in idle talk and gossip…” Lydia mumbled into the phone, and Rave could just see her pinching the bridge of her nose. “What a waste of my ti.”

“Aww, don’t be like that, Lydia,” Rave pouted into the microphone. “I can hear ya having at least so fun.”

“Do I sound amused?”

“No, ya sound not extrely annoyed, which is your version of amused,” Rave teased. A frustrated sigh ca along with sothing that was almost a laugh. “Now you DO sound amused!” the Lightbearer exclaid triumphantly.

“I am forced to admit that your antics are my social life,” the tal mage conceded. “I suppose I have another few minutes. Do inform what else I have missed between the girls… and skip nothing that I could use to annoy Siena with.”