FORTUNE FAVOURS ELYSIA | ᴀᴅᴀᴍ x ʟᴜᴛᴇ

5 | DUEL

𝙰𝙳𝙰𝙼'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅 —

Lute is an anomaly, a freak of nature so non angelic I can't even believe she got up here with us. She is the reason why all of my girls are made from ME! I shouldn't have ever considered bringing a winner into these ranks. All my bitches are easy to mold. Yeah, they are usually all unique, but they listen and they suck it up if they don't like something. Bitches like Lute barely come through Heaven's gates, I let my dumbass judgement get the best of me. If she wants to face me to try to challenge my authority and strength, she can fucking try! It doesn't change the fact that she will be out the door by the end of today.

My hand reached for one of the blades on the sword rack. I definitely underestimated how much strength I was putting into the grasp, as I managed to also knock the rack over completely, the metal blades ear piercing loud as they hit the concrete floor.

She was all talk, and to get her to shut the fuck up, I was best to cut that pretty little tongue out of her mouth.

I charge forwards with the sword in grasp. I was aiming to her vitals immediately, my blade ready to slash against her heart. She moved to the side with a skip, flying upwards to interfere my blade with her own. With angelic steel striking angelic steel, bright sparks lit up from where the two swords intercepted each other.

"Didn't know they still taught swordsmanship in your era, you're fast. What were you, Lute, a HEMA enthusiast?"

Lute's blade scrapes off of mine, as she moves in the air to a different defensive position, trying to loop around me and strike at my flank. I fly upwards, above her, and charge downwards at her. Lute's wings seized, again, and she fell black on her bottom, yet kept a defensive guard, her sword pressed against my own. She grit her perfect teeth, her sunlight coloured eyes glaring into my own. With the intense eye contact, this duel was also a battle of wills.

If she wasn't such a raging cunt, I would think Lute is one of the most beautiful women I've laid my eyes upon.

Lute uses both of her legs to strongly kick against my shins. Fuck, that hurt, enough for me to be knock off balance. Lute rolls off of the obstacle course platform, and for a second, I believe she had fallen. I fly back up into the air, and to my surprise, she's charging back up towards me, the tip of her blade thirsting to pierce my jugular.

I parry this move, offering a good block against her sword. The angelic steel slid against each other, the blades singing with each other in a symphony of annihilation.

"Good guess, Adam..." Lute comments in that same alluring voice she always held, and flew back away to make distance, too quick for my blade to even slice her skin, "...I did do HEMA. I wanted to be a warrior that could fight through all the stages of humanity, throughout the evolution of warfare. I'm a great shot, but I am an even better swordswoman."

Fuck, why is that so attractive? If it came from any mouth other than hers, I'd be all over it. No, I need to get my damn mind out of the gutter. This bitch wants to challenge ME, THE fucking Adam.

"You consider yourself a 'great', Lute? You're fucking serious? You are NOTHING compared to me and my girls who have been around for hundreds, if not THOUSANDS of years!"

I push my foot up and fly up quickly into the air, making a B line to her flank. She was a fast girl, but I was even faster. As she turned, my blade missed her neck, but it did slice off all of that beautiful long snow white hair of hers. The rest of the length fell to the floor, her hair now way above shoulder length, in an uneven bob-esque haircut. If she was all for trying to humiliate, I might as well treat her with the same medicine.

Lute's eyes widened, feeling her hair— or whatever remained of it. Yup, I knew it. A woman often cared extensively about what they looked like, and I took one of her best features.