War of the State and the Nobility

        I stood in front of my mirror admiring my fabulous ability to put an outfit together so perfectly, I stand about 5’7” with medium length black hair and larger than average bust, wearing a slick dark suit with a bowtie that fit my feminine form perfectly. Snagging a cane as I made my way to the training arena, an amazing place in my opinion mainly because of my highly combative nature. I was going to meet one of my best friends there today Cross Flame, at about 5’8” and red hair, he does have a ruggish charm about him and I dare say he is quite handsome. As I walked down the halls of the magnificent castle glancing at the array of paintings on the tinted alabaster walls some depicting history, some horror of war and some pure nonsense in my opinion. Of course I’m not one of those silly “Curators” of pure boredom they call history and art. No I’m much more practical than that. Being trapped in thought I was already at the training arena, I walked through the spacious door and into the center arena and sat down to wait for my combat partner. While I waited I decided to meditate and prepare my mind for the battle. Lost in my thoughts and emotions, I cleared my mind moments before Cross Flame tapped my shoulder.

“You ready down there?” He teased offering me a hand up. He was dressed in an Athet suit designed for lightweight combat, wearing his Material Combat Gloves which looked like simple white cloth gloves with some lights in it. I walked over to the weapon rack and hung up my cane and coat not wanting them to be ripped.

“Yes I am and melee and small firearms today no explosives and full defensives are allowed.” I stated firmly. He walked over to the console and set the arena objective to random and began the program. “Sure thing. Big day, don’t want to ruin your clothes.” He said with a sly grin.

“So you want to start with small knives or blunt weapons?” He asked. “Blunt because I want to play with some Eskrima tactics.” I responded playfully. He powered his matter gloves, while I took a deep breath in and focused on materializing my weapon. Two Eskrima sticks appeared in my hands and I assumed my fighting stance while Cross did the same. He lunged first and struck empty air while I ducked around and took a cleaving blow to his side winding him. Rolling to the side Cross took a couple heavy breaths. “Need a breather there, Stud?” Throwing the sarcastic remark at him, he responded breathlessly, “So you’re wondering about the cutie I was with last night then.”

“Actually I am a bit, I have to admit she was cute but my real question is have you already had your way with her?” I asked swinging a powerful blow aimed at his eye but only hitting air, and the grazing sensation of his attack narrowly missing my spine. “How could you think such a thing I am a gentleman.” he proudly stated, “Did you?” I persisted.

“Yes.” He sighed when I materialized a pistol and took a few shots, one grazing his ear before he managed to materialize a shield and block the rest of the projectiles.

“I’m assuming she’s still in your bed cuddling a pillow?” I asked to further unsettle him, “No, she’s probably still quivering.” He responded with his annoyingly smug grin.

He teased,”Bet you would like a night with me as well.”, shooting a clip and a half of bullets my way, one managing to rip through my left shoulder. Muffling a scream of pain I ducked behind some cover to patch up the gushing wound I now had with a med kit. Cursing under my breath at my now useless arm. I heard a click behind me and rolled to the right moments before a bullet replaced the space my head was at and I shot twice at my attacker missing both times. ”Your slow this morning what’s up?”He asked, I could sense the concern in his voice.

“Well you’re not exactly going easy on me, now are you?”, I asked sarcastically, “No I guess I’m...” he managed before I placed a bullet through the back of his chest. The Arena Announcer declared me as the winner and began listing statistics about the fight.

 “Ahhhhhh” Cross screamed from the sudden pain of the killshot before it subsided and my left shoulder mended itself. “Don’t get shot next time if it hurts so much.” I laughed at him.

“Oh yes, I’ll get right on that against the one woman army. Damn I’m not sure which is worse the killshot or the grazed ear.” He complained stretching as I grabbed my coat and cane.

“Yeah well at least you don’t have to replace your shirt.” I commented fiddling with the hole in my shoulder. “Well here this might save you the trip.” He tossed a shirt of mine toward me,”You forgot it last time you were over.” He winked at me. I had finished buttoning the shirt and getting my coat on as we left still teasing him about what a “Gentleman” he was with the cutie last night.

As we walked down the hall throwing sarcastic remarks back and forth, we noticed some commotion outside stepping toward the window to get outside quickly Cross stopped me by putting his arm in my path,”Look.”

 As I focused on the growing ruckus I saw the police forces closing in on the commotion, “We have other things to tend to.” He stated blankly before continuing onward to the meeting that we both were requested to attend. As I noted the doorway to the meeting room, it became subtly more apparent that Cross was nervously stalwart about this. We walked into the spacious room, and that is about the time we saw her.

 Yes D cup! Enjoy whatever sick fantasies you may think about.

 And yes I know girls don’t normally wear a suit, but its way more fun.

 Because a regular tie will be destroyed in combat.

 But I’d never tell him that, the teasing would NEVER END!

 Though a castle is the correct term in size, it isn’t in technology this is the most advanced facility on the planet.

 Of course not frightening me whatsoever.

 And I kinda feel sorry for him a bullet graze burns like hellfire.

 OH! He’s so annoying sometimes, but kinda true from what I’ve heard from a few of the female staff in the castle he is the best lay they have ever had.

 Well about as much concern as you can have after shooting your friend in the shoulder and almost executing said friend.

 Minor injuries aren’t mended at the end of the simulation. So score for me!

 Thankfully my shoulder was bad enough to be mended so I don’t need the cane yet.

 Yes very much not in a platonic fashion, I am very flirty and do enjoy my down time.