Fencer by Viola Grace Page A

skin as he can. I am going to need a male practice wrap.” Her agent looked at her with wide eyes. “Can you do that?”
    “If he wants a fair fight, he had better.” With that, Meena Colou of Terra signed her name to be the honour proxy of Lady Bivar in a duel against her cousin, Lord Makadan.
     
    She wore a cloak to the duelling field. Her blades were in her transport, just in case. Her client was biting one of her talons and sighed with relief as Meena walked up.
    “I thought you would be late.”
    “I am never late. Do you have the blades?” It was traditional that the challenger provide the weapons and that the challengee select first.
    The woman nodded, her ashy green skin flushed with excitement and her mud-brown eyes bright. “Are you wearing the clothing?”
    “The costume? Yes, but as it gives his lordship an unfair advantage, I am insisting on a clothing change for him as well.” Meena smiled brightly, showing teeth and deliberate aggression.
    Her opponent left his transport, removing his cloak with a flourish. He had the same marsh green skin that his cousin wore, but his eyes were black wells of darkness.
    “Are you ready, proxy?”
    True to form, he was wearing a bodysuit favoured by the Yinshin. The tight fabric with dyed musculature was impressive in its warmth and its ability to protect the wearer.
    “In a moment, My Lord. You have placed me at a disadvantage, and so I will even the field as much as I am able.”
    “What?”
    “As you have provided me with clothing. Here is something equivalent in exposure.” She tossed him the workout wrap and waited.
    He was stunned, but he grabbed the absurd bright yellow fabric and shed his body suit in a few moves.
    Two hundred was not old for a Yinshin and his body was still lithe and fit. He watched her watching him, and his barbed cock twitched.
    When he was properly attired, she removed her cloak and waited for the weapons. Lady Bivar opened a case and Lord Makadan selected a sabre.
    Against her normal protocol, Meena selected two medium blades similar to katana. The long grip would help manoeuvre and the sharpness of the blades would assist in the first blood.
    As per protocol, she stated. “You may avoid this by apologizing to Lady Bivar.”
    “I do not offer apology.”
    “Then, this fight is to first blood. The terms of loss are as stated in the contract.”
    “So stipulated.”
    His erection was pushing against the wrap he had put on, and Meena wasn’t sure if it was the imminent battle or the sight of her in not much at all.
    She squared off against him and nodded.
    Lady Bivar shouted, “Begin!”
    Meena watched her opponent carefully, and when he rushed her, she moved into him, slicing a long mark along his pectoral muscle and causing him to shout in confusion. They parted, and she said, “First blood, Your Lordship. The duel is over.”
    He hissed. “It is over when I say it is over.” They collided, parted and collided again.
    Meena delivered blow after blow. Dark green blood oozed out of him and dripped to the ground. After every cut, she said. “The duel is over.”
    When he went down, she said it one more time.
    “The duel is over.”
    “Bitch, I will have you for this.” He hissed and passed out.
    Meena looked at the bloody mess that was left of the greatest fencer of the Nyal Imperium, and she winced. “I am guessing that you will.” The arrest was unsurprising, but Noree and Meena had planned for it. They had the proof that Makadan kept attacking. The problem was that no one wanted to see it.
    Before she knew what was happening, Meena was packed off to Janial Prison to wait for a court date that could all go away if she simply agreed to bear Lord Makadan’s heir. It was the reason that he had sought her out. She was the best, and he wanted the best for his child. It was just a pity that Meena couldn’t stand the smell of him.
    So, she waited for her court date and knew that it might never come.

Chapter Two
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