Kouzakai listens intently for any response from the girl, but was met with silence, save for the ominous crackling that was constant in the other side of the door.

" Marco..."

There were specific spells this girl could use, and some of them could actually pose problems for the monster. For one, she might wisen up and figure out that he was a creature of the sea. She could then use on him some spell which would encase him in fire, or dehydrate him. Fire would be good, that would turn on the sprinklers. But then...

He was not sure how good she moved, too. Earlier, she was pretty slow when he caught her, but now that she had charged enough for a spell, this would mean the difference between being fast and being capable of a strike...or how fast that strike would cut the distance between them.

" ...Polo..."

Kouzakai then decided against his better nature, and switched to kamikaze. He would either live or die by going gung-ho, which was the direction he was headed now.

" Marco...Polo!"

Kouzakai breached open the door with a tentacle, positioned as he was a few good feet away from the actual door.

Kanoe's eyes narrow at the door as she hears the taunts of the beast just beyond. With the strange dampening effect on the island, she doubts her powers will be enough to kill the thing. Though with her amount of mana, she had the best of chance as any other caster. It all matters if the monster was cocky enough to rush into the room and her spell connects. A direct hit would cause the orb to unravel in a large concussive blast of force and the chill of death, it can really tear through things if used correctly. That moment will be when she can make a break for it. Her heart was beating rapidly as the tension and suspense continues to build until finally...

Her eyes widen as a tentacle pierces and tears through the door. With no line of sight, the appendage narrowly misses the young student. But none of that matters to her right now. Her focus was straight ahead. A sharp cry and the bolt bursts forth from her hands, tearing through the rest of the door and heading straight for the scaled creature beyond.

He swore, had he stood any closer, the worst he would have gotten would be broken ribs, and the inability to move. He would've been fish bait, then.

The decision to stand a good three or four feet away from the door was a wise decision, then, as the ball of dark energy blasts its way straight and true. Kouzakai had anticipated this, but the speed of the ball was unlike anything else he'd encountered. Had he not been lithe and lean, he would've received the blast...and the consequences of being hit by the blast was unlike anything he wold've ever thought.

Kouzakai used two other tentacles to propel himself with the held of the staircase railing. As the ball was a feet or less away from him, he moved quick and used a backflip to propel himself onto the stairs. But that was not enough, as the blast was about to hit the stairs. He jumped for the ceiling and hung from there, as the blast obliterated the stair and sent shrapnels and rock missiles hurtling in all directions.

" Sh....!"

Kouzakai cursed as the smoke and the dust made it impossible to see anything. Though he managed to make it to the room through the dust, he could not see the student through the smoke. All he could hear was the crackling, although this time it was greatly diminished. He kept two tentacles in front of him, just in case.

" Where are you, my little student witch!" He shouted through the smoke, smiling maniacally. " Your little demon fish wants to play!"

The witch was panting softly as she tries to keep the channel of mana flowing. The thing was fast and it used it's tendrils to break down the door. The sound of breaking tile and metal confirmed that her spell had missed but created quite the mess. Kanoe was already breathlessly chanting another spell. The first one had alot of her power behind it, leaving behind a nasty bruise on her hands from the backlash. This one would not be as strong but she had no time to worry about that.

The dust was rolling into the classroom, she was sure the school's staff will love the destruction she created. Another dark orb forms in her hand as she thrusts her palms out. Another sharp cry escapes her lips as the backlash adds even more pain to her hands. She had no idea if the creature was there. She could only hope that the thing's speed will make it cocky enough to walk through the door blind. The bolt whizs through the dust, causing it to expand outwards like it was punching a hole through the air itself.

Kouzakai bounds through the door, but uses the upper beam to stay close to the ceiling. A bold move, half-clever...and half foolish.

As he began to move, boasting and teasing, he never figured out that she was forming yet another energy ball in her hand. He had left one of his arms flailing, and without the knowledge that she had fired another energy missile, it connects against his left arm.

Kouzakai climbs through and sees the ball too late, and was slow in pulling his arm up. Though it hit cleanly, Kouzakai could see it was smaller and much more diminished than what had preceded it. It connected, hitting his arm clear on the socket with so much strength and speed that as it connected, it tore his bone from it's socket.

Kouzakai fell to the ground, dazed by the hit, and as he recovered he shouted on the floor.

" BLAST!" he said, spitting on the floor. He had bitten his lip, green blood spattering on the cold cement.

" Hahaha! Nice shot, little witch!" he spoke through the dust, and as it lays clear, Kouzakai sees her outline now.

" Who could've thought..." he took a look at his arm, now dangling helplessly at his side, dislocated. " ...ahahaha, bravo..."

He took a little breather, trying to figure out the next move, and waiting for more of the smoke to clear.

The witch was taking long deeps breaths as she watches the orb connect and burst right into the creature's shoulder. She curses herself for not hitting something more vital but it was better than nothing. Her mana was beginning to sputter. She could keep going but the backlash was making it difficult to focus as her hands throb in agony. At this rate she might take out her own arms before this creature is destroyed.

With the dust still settling, she had to take a chance and try to get out of the coffin she had put herself in. The woman could try for a window but the creature will notice and close the distance immediately. The thing is expecting her to wait. So lets close the distance on her terms.

She channels her mana into one arm. No dark energy seemed to be crackling anymore. The only thing that could be noticed would be through touch as her arm was quickly building heat as she prepares a fire spell. A quick incantation is all it took, perfect for brief close range combat. Of course the witch had no intention of going toe to toe with this beast. Rushing through the doorway, she immediately sidesteps towards the main entrace. Her eyes kept focus on the wary beast that was still favoring his injured arm.

Kouzakai moves slowly, nursing his arm.

" Hrrrggg..."

He slowly extends it, but it hurts too much. He still moves it, though...

" HRRRNNGGG..."

Slowly, more, more...

" NNNGGGGRRRAAAHHHH!!!"

Kouzakai snaps his arm, biting his lip once more, but was eventually moving. The bones pop in place, and soon, his arms starts to move into its place, slowly and slowly recuperating. It still hurts to move, but anyway, it was working just fine.

" Now where are you..."

He shuffles to the side, and sees movement through the thin smoke. That was when he launches his tentacles towards the shape.

The loud roar of pain along with the sickening snap of bones sent chills down the woman's spine. She could hear it searching for her. The thing must have taken care of it's injured arm already. Most of the creatures had amazing regenerative abilities.

The woman had not given up yet though. She kept edging along the wall, moving in the direction of the main double doors. Her retreat was cut off as she hears the loud snap of tendrils whipping out towards her. The dust made it hard to see their exact movements but she knew a way to keep them at bay.

Tendrils crack against the walls beside her as others strike her shoulders and body, slamming her against the wall. She gasps in pain but forces herself to spit out a sharp incantation. Her arm swipes upwards as a rising arc of flame extends from her hands and whips outwards through the tendrils and into the dust cloud. She did not wait to see the outcome as the smell of singed flesh from her injured hand reaches her nostrils. Kanoe pushes through the tangle of tentacles and rushes for the door.

That was such a rush, one which he never did figure out would define such a deafening rush of adrenaline to his ears.

As the tentacles connected with gravel, stone, and wood, Kouzakai also felt it connect with flesh, fabric, and heard a soft thud where the wall connected with her back. It was a hit!

" Gotcha!" Kouzakai screamed, almost in ecstatic, maniacal excitement.

But Kouzakai's excitement was short lived and almost too premature as he slowly realized he was dealing with a true witch. It must have been her last gasp of energy, but she managed to place in a well-thought flame spell that was as desperate as it was successful. He felt her connect with his tentacle, and felt it singe. He wanted to scream, but that would give her the satisfaction of knowing she had a clear shot to freedom.

Instead he did the opposite; he raised the smoking tentacle into the sprinkler system, and let the smoke reach the alarms. Water erupted quickly, aiding in dispelling the dust and allowing for a more clear vision for him.

In where he spotted the girl, exhausted, and with her arm an angry red, making a bee line for the nearest door.

Kouzakai calmly grabbed her waist with a tentacle and yanked her back to him. Tentacles were quick to grab her arms and tie them close to her, though...he didn't want anymore surprises.

" Uh-uh, you don't. " He whispered, " But that trick was surprising. I'm impressed."

The witch pants heavily as her feet thud heavily on the carpet floor. The fire alarm lets forth a deafening high pitch ring, caused by her fire spell no doubt. The sprinklers soon kicked in, soaking the entire hallway in a shower of water. Kanoe did not look back. She just had to reach that door.

Her escape was cut off by a tendril grabbing and yanking her back by the waist. The woman stumbles onto the floor at the creature's feet as she felt more tendrils bind her arms behind her. Water soaks her long dark hair. Her open blouse sticks to her pale skin. She looks up at the beast through threads of black hair sticking to her face.

The creature was impressed but Kanoe sure was not. She was captured again. The damage she did seemed to be mostly recovered while she was still wounded and exhausted. Each capture was going to make her weaker until she was no longer a challenge. Her arm was cooling off as her mana fades, leaving behind a wave of fatigue. She will not have many more chances to fight back now.

Obviously, the monster has had enough. True enough that he was recovering as torrents of water rushed over him, but surely he wasn't in the mood to fight anymore.

" Well...you lost." he said coldly, as he placed himself behind the witch. The waters served to expose more of her than he should see, her white blouse sticking to her skin like a transparent clothing.

Slowly, a tentacle snaked its way from behind, to slowly undo the zip holding her skirt up. They helped to take it off her too.

" Now you're down to your underwear, and you're already panting and tired." he said. " Do you still wish to fight?"

Hands trail up and down her back, as the monster clearly states his intentions through the touches and the things he was doing to her. She might not like it, but Kouzakai would make her, nonetheless. The water only made it so much better.

Kanoe shivers from a mixture of pain and chill. The water continues to soak her to the bone as the creature strips away her skirt. The cool water sent a pins and needles sensation through her hands as it soothes the slight burns and bruises.

She did not want to respond to the beast. He was right though. The woman was tired. Though she had the mana to continue casting, she doubts her body will take much more. To continue now would just make her a little toy for him to play with before raping her.

The witch trembles at his touch. She squirms slightly, trying to pull away but there was no place to escape to. Kanoe slowly rises back to her feet. Her eyes were lowered. She was defeated and now belonged to him now. Kanoe clenches her jaw, she can only hope the beast does not rape her for too long...fat chance.

And so the battle ends, the pleasure begins.

Kouzakai had had her down to her underwear now, and it was a fair bargain that if she loses then she will lose more than her honor, which is her body. Now she would become the monster's own tool for satisfying his hunger, unsatiated as it is, he knew she would satiate it even if for just a while.

Kouzakai moved closer, sensing the girl has accepted her own defeat.

He touched her hands, unsinged but glowing an angry red.

" Now these..." he said, "...are the hands of a warrior. Bruised, calloused, yet proud."

They were still warm to the touch, having been a chaneller for the magic that the girl had previously cast. Even though, the skin was soft to the sense, milky white, and seemingly fragile.

Tentacles had trailed up and down her legs, suckers latching onto white flesh and leaving momentary streaks of soft red.

" Oh, how I'm going to enjoy this..." Kouzakai said, slowly undoing the clasp that held her bra up.

Kanoe looks up as her hands were taken by the beast's. She winces slightly in pain, her skin still tender and bruised from her own spells. It sounded like the creature was giving the witch a compliment but it did little to boost her spirits. The battle was over. She had lost and now her body belongs to this monster.

There was no doubt she knew what was going to happen next. She was nearly nude already and all the monsters on this island seemed to be here for the same things, having sex with young female students. Kanoe shivers as water continues to soak and chill her body. Tendrils trace up and down her legs, seeming to suck sofltly at her pale skin. The witch kept her gaze lowered as she feels her bra pop free. She did not know what to do. Even with her arms free, she was still helpless. Any attempt to fight will end in her being bound once more. Her breasts bounce out of their confinement, the cold water from the sprinklers left her nipples slightly hard. Her hands twitch resisting the urge to cover herself. She did not want to show weakness before this thing, even if she was doomed to be cumming on this beast's cock soon.

Thin droplets of water hung onto her milky white skin like tiny pearls, shining in the pale moonlight and giving her a cast that was akin to a water goddess. The monster's skin, on the other hand, glowed a sickly seaweed green, and appears to be...breathing.

The water droplets on his skin disappear as soon as they hit his scales, and in their place, the scales seem to be in a perpetual state of wetness, even if there isn't very much water to produce the kind of state his skin was in at the moment.

Kouzakai was definitely feeling well now, the aching of his injuries gone, and in its place was only...the feeling of utter madness and delirium.

His hands were aching right now, at the presence of her breasts, heaving heavily at the strain to prevent showing her arousal. The cool air and the sensation hitting her skin was enough to make her nipples stand proud and erect, and clearly it was affecting the monster as well.

Kouzakai played with the tips of her nipples, tracing lightly as he observed the tiny orbs of water drop off from them. Right now she was no longer a valkyrie...she was a valkyrie in distress. Offered to the victor as a spoil of war. And how he will enjoy her.

Tendrils moved up on her legs, tightening the monster's grip on her. They were moving up for her most coveted possession, covered as it is by a silky piece of garment that was getting steadily wet in the process.