Linhart struggled to break free of Venus’ hold. Her body was like a slab of rock-hard muscle around him, except for her big round boobs, which he pressed against as hard as he could. He could tell that she enjoyed his hands on her chest, but she didn't loosen her grip one bit. He could feel her heart pounding beneath his fingertips.
“I know I’m not as strong as you, Centurion Venus,” he panted, thumbing her nipples through her thin military top. Her tight grip on him was making it hard to breathe, “But if you let me go, I'll show you I'm better than these others.”
Venus considered his words, then opened her arms, releasing him. “Go find your squad, Linny.” she said, watching him with hungry eyes, “But show me that you're the one choosing and not the one getting chosen.”
He gave her boobs one last squeeze before darting out of her grasp. Turning back, it looked like the fighting had spread to every corner of the room. Fighters were teaming up and making alliances, while others altercations were springing up everywhere, as girls were being punched, kicked, and slammed against the solid oaken tables. Linhart imagined there'd be grudges started today that would last all year long.
With wild fists and legs flying, the main struggle at the center of the room looked like the wrong place to be, so he circled the fray looking for easy targets. Feeling Venus’ eyes on him, he knew that this was the moment to prove he wasn’t the little boy she used to sit on… Though the thought of her sitting on his face made him want to be that little boy for her once more... He was a Fighter now!
Linhart tried to gauge the best person to attack to join the fight. None of the Fighters even looked in his direction, and he hated the idea of hitting a girl in the back. Then he noticed a big brunette leaning against a wall, removed from the fight, just watching.
She was big and muscly, with brown hair greased back and lazy brown eyes, there was a melancholic vibe to the way she was standing there. A thick bronze ring ran through her nostrils, giving the impression of an ox turned to human-form. Or perhaps, judging by her build, she was the younger sister of Altheia?
“Hey you,” he said gruffly. She didn't respond, so he stood directly in front of her, making it impossible for her not to acknowledge him with her big cow eyes. “Why aren’t you fighting?”
He entered her personal space, pushing her with both hands. Yeah, he could start a fight with a girl! His hands lingered, turning his shove into inappropriate touching, and he found that under her shirt her breasts were insubstantial mounds, but her pecs were solid muscle. Her nipples poked up like hardened nubs. Touching her was like caressing the wall. His hands definitely got her attention though, and the big girl started to squirm against him.
She looked down at his hands, still forcefully pressed against her hard body, then said, “No one’s attacking me, and I’m not going to hit anyone unless they hit me first… I’m waiting.”
Linhart withdrew his hands and reconsidered his approach. “Well, stop waiting and join my squad! You look really strong, why don't you become my number 2?”
Her mouth turned down into a frown. “I don’t fight with boys,” she said plainly.
“You’re either going to fight with boys or fight against boys.” He held up his fists, his muscles tensed and ready, and was fully prepared to punch her in the nose. She was the same height as him, but she was much more solid. He knew this girl could break him in half, but he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. “Which do you choose?”
The girl considered for a moment, and then nodded. She stood up straight and offered her hand sedately. “I’m Blythe, freshman Fighter.”
Linhart extended his own, and gripped her huge hand as firmly as he could. “Linhart, freshman Fighter. Follow me Blythe, we need six more to form a squad.”
Blythe gave him a strange look. A spark of interest lit up her sad eyes and she simply said, “Lead the way.”
Turning back, Linhart saw that the fight was thinning out. A dozen or so girls, who were unable to stand on their own anymore, were strewn about on the floor or collapsed against tables. The heavy tables had all been overturned or pushed away from the center of the room, and another dozen or so Fighters were going at it in an all-out rumble there.
Linhart finally spotted his next target. Two little girls he’d been looking for since he’d entered the building.
“Zoey…” he muttered under his breath, as he dodged a pair of Fighters locked in a brutal struggle for advantage.
The two blondes were tiny compared to most girls in the room, but together they had brought a tall girl to her knees and were beating on her mercilessly. Zoey was holding her arms from behind while Chloe was kicking and kneeing their opponent in the chest and face, as though she had a grudge to settle.
“Chloe!” Linhart shouted then, as she looked his way, he lifted his bare foot and kicked her hard in the side. Caught off-guard, the little hellion fell with a screech to the floor. He followed closely behind shouting, “My name is Linhart. Fight me!”
He saw now that Chloe’s ponytail was a mess, and her uniform was in disarray. She was missing several buttons from her shirt and as she fell her skirt flipped up giving him a peek at her cute little butt in her green panties. She looked back at him in anger, but when she saw who had pushed her, her face shifted to a look of excitement.
“You want to fight me, dick-boy?” she crooned, leaping to her feet. “I’ll fuck you up and then I’ll screw that sausage of yours!”
Chloe rushed forward like a whirlwind, but he blocked her first kick with ease. This was day 1 Chloe, he reminded himself. She had all the rage and none of the training. He caught her arm in mid-punch and twisted it behind her body until she was bent over, and unable to move. She was at his mercy.
“Chloe!” Zoey called from nearby. Linhart was briefly aware that the good twin was flying towards him, but then Blythe stepped into his frame of vision.
"This fight is a 1 v 1," she grunted, but Zoey, seeing her twin in trouble, tried to push by her.
Blythe wound up and released a powerful haymaker, which connected with Zoey’s face. The sound of crunching cartilage, made Linhart’s heart ache. Zoey crumpled like a marionette, her blonde hair covering her bloody face like a death shroud.
“Let's join forces, Chloe.” Linhart whispered urgently. “If you and your sister join me, we’ll be the strongest squad.”
“Fuck you, dick-boy.” she sputtered, “I don’t take orders from Fighter boys!” Linhart had her arm twisted so far that she was doubled over at the waist. He was still wary of this dangerous little girl, but he was really enjoying this pose. As she struggled, her soft butt kept bumping against his crotch.
“Oh, that’s not my plan… I’m not going to boss you around,” he clarified. His free hand pulled her plaid skirt up around her waist, and he ran his fingers beneath the elastic of her cute green panties. He felt her body tense up, as his fingers reached her secret place, and he added with a wicked smile, “In fact, you can have my body, if you join us…”
Chloe’s labia was moist with her sweat and other fluids. His fingers pressed and massaged with just enough pressure to open her pussy lips and probe the entrance of her feminine folds. Slick with excitement, Chloe responded with a frustrated moan. She was so angry, being held against her will, but his attack on her virgin pussy was confusing her. Her body had always been extra sensitive, and Linhart could tell that Chloe was seconds away from an amazing climax.
Before he could finish the job, though, Linhart got knocked backwards.
Two girls rushed him at once. One grabbed his shoulders while the other drove a punch into his ribs. “All Boys are Healers!” They both chanted. Linhart, snapping into survival mode, immediately released Chloe and squared on his two new opponents.
The first girl, a buck-toothed farm-looking girl, looked surprised that he was fighting back. He smashed his forehead into her nose. Blood sprayed down her face and she stumbled backward screaming.
The second girl, a thick-set girl with dark features, swung at him wildly. He caught her arm, and slammed her head down into the edge of a nearby table. He was just about to finish her off, when a third Fighter, this one was unseen, jumped onto his back, dragging him down to the ground. He threw himself backward into her and heard a reassuring cry of pain as she hit a table, but the girl hung on until the back of his head hit the ground.
From this angle, the room looked like complete mayhem. Sweat, spit, and blood were spilling all over. Girls were brawling on tabletops and rolling around on the floor. Everywhere, people were cheering instead of helping.
His heart was beating a mile a minute, and the room was spinning. He faintly registered a hand slipping under his shirt and pinching his chest. An olive-skinned face with blond hair and a demonic smile loomed over him.
“Oh gods, Ayame is that you?”
The girl was shocked. She leaned in closely and whispered into his ear, “How do you know my name?”
“Because… we met yesterday at the Pit, remember?” he replied quickly, adding, “You sat next to me and pushed me into the ring.”
“Yeah… that was me,” Ayame giggled and then planted a forceful kiss on his lips. She tasted like candy. She was effectively pinning him down, holding his hands to the ground as her tongue invaded his mouth. She didn't seem to want to beat him up, she wanted to play with him. He thought he could fight his way from under her, but he decided to try another approach.
“Y’know,” he said, breaking out of the mouth-hold breathlessly, “I’ve always thought you were a hottie.” A look of surprise came over her heart-shaped face, and she opened her mouth to speak.
Ayame did not have a chance to reply, before a strong set of hands lifted her up off the ground and threw her against a nearby table. Blythe looked down at him impassively. “What’s the plan, Linhart?”
Linhart saw that Chloe was hovering over top of him as well. Her hands were holding her skirt in place tightly, and she had a wary look in her eye. He leapt to his feet ready to face her wrath, but it did not come. “The plan is, we recruit this girl and her sister,” he said to Blythe, not taking his eyes off Chloe.
“You said that you’ll let me use… that thing, right?” Chloe asked. Her voice sounded so horny and desperate.
“Yes, Chloe. You’ll get everything you want.”
“Then, we’ll join you. My twin sister and I.” She looked down at Zoey who was bleeding profusely from her nose. “She’s losing a lot of blood though, I’ll take her to a Healer now. You better not go back on your promise!”
Linhart watched as Chloe pulled her sister to her feet. He hated to see Zoey in pain, but they had no connection yet in this timeline, so any help he could offer would be seen as suspicious. After hearing Chloe agree to his terms, he felt a reassurance that she wouldn’t slash his throat this time around. Relief flooded over him.
“I won’t. Meet me at the End of Day Meal, okay Chloe?”
Through the chaos, Linhart spotted a mess of raven-black hair with a beautiful, curvaceous body, pinned on the ground near a fallen table. He recognized that it was the one who started it all, Saya. The larger girl with the crooked nose was on top of her hammering punches into her face while screaming, “Stay down!”
Saya’s nose looked broken. Her proud eyes were swollen shut. She was barely defending herself now, and Linhart’s heart went out to her. Sure, she and Ayame did terrible things to Serapha, but does that mean she deserves to be beaten to a pulp? Plus, he could still remember the heavenly feeling of her body on top of his. He wanted her in the squad!
Linhart crossed the room heedless of the others, shoving one clumsy Fighter aside hard enough to send her crashing over a table.
He grabs the bulky girl by the collar of her uniform and tore her off of the barely conscious Saya.
She immediately swung at him and spat blood in his face. “You stupid prick, know your place!”
Linhart answered by driving a light but accurate punch into her throat.
The girl collapsed gagging and clasping at her neck. He kneed her in the stomach as she folded to the ground.
The room went briefly quiet in his mind, as he looked down at the damage. Saya was a shadow of the proud, beautiful woman she had been just a few minutes before. Her eyes cracked open and she recognized the shape of Linhart kneeling over her. His hands held her tightly as her body started to tremble.
“Saya, would you like to join my squad?” he asked, pushing down the emotion that welled up from seeing a top-tier girl reduced to such a mess. “I’ll take you and Ayame, if you’ll have me?”
Saya’s hand shot out and gripped his arm as he held her close. She croaked out a few words from her split and bloody lips, “I will… Thank you.”
* * * * * * * * *
“Congratulations, the six squads of our Century have been formed. All of you have tested each other and forged a connection with other members of your squads,” Venus announced to the beaten remnants of the Century.
Linhart looked around the table at the members of his new squad.
Blythe stood next to him, looking completely uninterested in the proceedings and in meeting the other members of the squad. Although she ignored him in general, Linhart did appreciate that she listened to him and treated him like the head of the squad when it mattered most.
Chloe was next to her, looking child-like in comparison to Blythe. She was glaring at him with a mixture of resentment and desire. He would have to tread lightly when dealing with her in the coming days.
Ayame stood directly opposite him. The slender girl had her shirt off and was tenderly holding her side, where one of her ribs had been broken. She had very nice tits, though they were a little on the small side. Linhart was surprised by her attitude. She wore a shit-eating grin and was acting all cocky, as though joining this squad was a part of her grand plan. Maybe inviting her to join had been a mistake?
The last member present, standing just to the left of him, was Drussus. After the brawl had settled down, Linhart and Blythe had found Drussus sprawled out on the floor beneath one of the tables. His pants were down and his dick was out and wet. His face was smeared with pussy juices, and it was clear that someone had assaulted him while the fight had been going on. When Linhart demanded to know who did it, Drussus had avoided the question, his eyes glazed over. It was clear he did not want to talk about it.
Linhart was almost certain that it wasn’t a member of their squad who had assaulted him, though perhaps Ayame could have been involved?
Through a nearby door, the last three members of their squad could be found, recuperating. Each of the six rooms exiting off of the main one was a Squad Room, equipped with beds and healing supplies which would help them recover after every challenge.
Zoey was conscious and recovering from a broken nose. She had acted very shy when Linhart had gone in to introduce himself and check on her. He reflected bitterly that it would be a long time until she felt as comfortable with him as she once had.
Saya was stable, but sleeping deeply. She had been given Healing and sleeping potions to treat her bruised and battered face and body. It would be a whole day until she was fully recovered.
The last member of their squad, Linhart could only guess at what she was like. She was also unresponsive, recovering from a head wound that left her bleeding and concussed. She wasn’t a beauty. She had short black hair, pale skin, and a lean build, which made her smaller than most Fighters, but tightly athletic.
Linhart had found her beneath one of the overturned tables. He was first drawn by the sight of her butt, round and pale, she was wearing a black g-string, and not the traditional green of the Fighter class. Clasped in her hand was a piece ripped from some Fighter’s uniform. He held onto it determinedly even after being knocked out. Who was this girl?
At the edge of the chamber, Venus watched him pulling her out with calm approval. “Her name is Nyx,” she says. “She has no allies in the room, but you’re saving her. You really have become a Fighter, Linhart.”
Linhart breathed a sigh of relief. Those few words of praise were enough reward for him. He leaned against the table tired and hungry, listening to the girls chat.
“Well, squad,” he said to the whole table, “Want to join me for some food? It’s time for the Midday Meal.”
