It had been some time since he was last here, the roar of the crowd could be heard from baack here. Vibrations coursed though the stone floor and he pondered some on the upcoming battle. He knew it would be difficult if he fought her kind of fight.

He could make it easier if he stayed back and used magic but even if she lost she would probably just think that it was cheap or he couldn't beat her fighting her style of fight. Let her think what she wanted, he had told himself. What good did it do to not use abilities?

He had to option of using them sparringly too though there was something delicious about braking her, in besting her at her type of fight. Last time she was quite cocky when she won … over confident now? Perhaps, though he was too going into their second encounter and that didn't go as he had planned.

Most of this time he had not even considered the rewards of subduing her, in how it had felt to press himself inside her, the taste of those gorgeous tits in his mouth …

No, he had to focus more on his technique if he were going to beat her that is where he would have to begin not the end result.

Gersham gazed at the gauntlets he wore. Cold iron, each finger tappering into a wicked claw the points of which he would have made silver had he not been fighting mere students and the like.

This had been his greatest challenge to date though the gauntlets were far quicker to use than his blade. Perhaps he would use a last minute enchantment … he decided against it though save for strengthen it to make it resistant to hammer blows. He wanted to be capable of using his gauntlets to parry those thunderous blows.

From the sounds of it he was up next, the student in the area pressed to her limits until her tender body shattered into a million pieces as the slimy creature has it's way with her ...

Three months had passed and as promised, a challenge for Iria soon arrived. Gersham had returned in hopes of cleaning his record of his defeat at the hands of a human amazon woman. Iria's body tingled with slight anticipation as this beast had managed to defeat her the first time with the aid of magic. Would the demon resort to such tactics now that he was unable to stand toe to toe against the gladiatrix's mighty strength and warhammer?

The match ahead of her was still finishing up, giving the warrior woman time to stretch and prepare for another match against this vile demon. The guards called out her name to inform her that it was now her turn to step into the arena and prove her worth to her Mistress and to her lustful fans. She would crush Gersham and prove once and for all that she was superior to the beast and his trickster magic. Grabbing her hammer, Iria followed the guards as they escorted her down the long corridor to the arena gate.

The crowds welcomed her arrival as the announcer was still reading off the gladiatrix's stats and measurements. Her signature weapon, the large warhammer, was slung across her shoulders as she struts out into the middle of the arena floor. She swayed her hips from side to side as she walked around, bending her body so everyone could get a nice peak down her ever impressive cleavage. Iria shrugged the heavy maul off her shoulders, letting the hammerhead slam into the ground with a heavy thud. She used the long shaft as a pole to further show her stuff as she gave a slow erotic dance around her deadly weapon.

Once the other gate opens though, she would stop and shift into a fighting stance. Her eyes narrow at the demon as he enters, looking forward to scoring yet another victory and ending this little feud. She would notice there was no acidic blade this time and instead took note of the metal gauntlets on both the monster's clawed hands. He certainly sacrificed much of his range for those weapons. Gersham had enough trouble defending against Iria's reach and powerful hammer with a long blade. Would those gloves really stop her assault? They would both find out soon enough.

(sorry forgot to subscribe to the thread remembered this morning though and looked back)

The crowd was going wild for their favorite gladatrix no doubt. He could hear the jeers erupt as he waited in the back. The tease building up tension though in hopes that she would fail no doubt desiring to see more but Gersham knew that their would be some that had been pulling to see her win too as a change to all the brutal sex that they seemed tp have endured thus far.

While other monsters went for easy vicoties Gersham delighted in actual fights, in working towards his rewards. Of coures, he absolutely hated it when he did loose but it brought him back with a greater determination.

He had fights since his loss. He had tried out the claws against ex ADD agents to see how they worked out. He gave up reach no doubt and didn't have an actual opponent with a hammer to test them on but he had the advantage of speed and could be effective once he was able to get within the reach of his opponent.

He regarded the hammer for a moment. If it proved to be too much he could always summon the acidic blade to his hands again though he doubted that he would need to, not because he was confident that he wouldn't need too but because it had not fallen into his plans for the evening.

Gersham was thinking, he had to show Iria something new, keep her off guard until she figured something out where he would have to switch things up again.

For months though he had thought about this encounter, this return match and how he was going to handle it. He glared at her as he approached striding out to the center of the area with the crowd cheering if only for the fact that he was capable of besting her, that they might see something …

They had been cheated though the first time he won, matters had occurred outside of the arena in that little room. This time there was a camera back their just incase that things went back there again …

This time, Iria, you will loose ...

((It's fine, I assumed you would not reply till the next day anyway))

Much like before, the demon claimed victory before anything had happened. Naturally, Iria was not impressed by words just like she did not care about when he came to complain in the gladiatrix's locker room. So far, the only change had been his choice of weapon. Well, the amazon woman would just have to show him that it changed nothing. She was stronger than this demon. She proved this before and would prove it again.

Iria said nothing to her opponent's claim. Insteaed, she gripped her hammer a bit tighter as she waited. Thankfully, the warrior woman did not have to wait long as the chime sounds the start of the match. Immediately, the busty amazon went on the attack, charging straight for Gersham with warhammer trailing behind her. When in range, the gladiatrix swung her hammer horizontally for the creature's midsection and ribs. It was generally more difficult to dodge this than an overhead swing and it also allowed the gladiatrix to flow into a follow up attack should she miss or her opponent stands his ground.

As intended, the well endowed warrior would allow her hammer to turn her body, allowing her to follow up with a turn kick aimmed for the beast's body. If she can keep up the offensive, she would let the kick turn her body and allow another swing of her hammer to come up and over her head into a downward swing for the creature's skull. Iria would hold nothing back for this fight.

She came at him as expected though instead of dodging or trying to duck he leapt back allowing him to get out of her range. He saw the snap kick straight after the swing figuring that something like that was bound to follow though he did not mind that she was expending the energy. Rather every little bit of wasted energy had favored him.

He knew that the hammer was deadly but only if it connected. Hm, he considered briefly materializing his wings again though not yet, certainly not yet. He was getting the timing of the hammer correct due to his reduced range right now and grinned just a little as the attack collided with nothing more than air. He was studying her form the supple way that her muscles moved, determing how long it took to reset the weapon. He could deal a lot better with the follow up natural attacks though if they hit he knew that they were capable of hurting too. It was mostly the hammer that he had to watch out for as it did the most damage over all.

How predictable … he hovered just out of her range as she reset taking a quick few steps forward as part of a feint before leaping back again as he was seeing how she reset and readyied for an attack. He needed her to be commited to an attack or …

Defense … he darted in at her with his speed, his head kept low as he sent a clawed hand at her thight, his other hand kept up high to defend that portion of his body from the hammer or a kick from that side though if kicking from the other side it would slow his attack down, his only real recourse would be catching the blow on his forearm but as he had learned before taking risks made openings that he could exploit better.

The demon should know that stamina was hardly an issue. Also, the woman knew how to use her hammer efficiently, using momentum to flow from one attack to the next without expending much extra energy. Iria's assault caused Gersham to retreat, keeping just out of range which only caused the amazon to keep up the pressure. Her powerful legs ensured she could keep in range with each attack and every missed attack only helped build more momentum to the next, increasing both its speed and power. The warrior woman knew the vulnerability of her hammer if she had to stop and reset so she simply did not stop.

Gersham finally lashed back, trying to go for Iria's leg. But, those gauntlets meant more ground to cover to strike a solid blow. He raised an arm to protect himself as the hammer came crashing down. With all the spins and turns, there was much force built up into this attack. Iria seeing her opponent rush her, she let forth a cry as she put forth more of her strength to smash the hammer down even harder and faster. The question remained though if Gersham was fast enough to get in and block the shaft of Iria's hammer or will he be forced to block the extremely heavy hammerhead?

In either case, she would follow her turn by stepping her lead leg back behind her, turning her entire body as she did so. If the hammerhead smashed into the gauntlet, Gersham will have to deal with the full might of her strike running through the metal glove and into his arm, just like blocking with any weapon. Blocking the shaft would limit the damage and impact but Iria's turn will then become more offensive oriented as it will turn the hammer head into a scything attack, bringing the head back around and trying to collide with the back of Gersham's head. Either way, Iria will leap away after her turn to try and get away from the attack if it continues unhindered.

Damn, the attack was quick as expected though he had not gotten the full timing of it down yet. He did manage to get close enough to he could block the shaft just barely instead of the heavier hammer head though he was only using one hand and she two, she had strenth of her side here and leverage though he did not expect to turn the incoming blow aside.

Instead he was only attempting to nudge the hammer up enough sothat he could roll to the right beneath the weapon. Her leg pulled back and he had to cover even more ground to land a blow … too much at risk for an early score he aborted the attack and placed all his effort in rolling away beneath the blow before popping back up.

He growled, slightly annoyed by the inept attack that was launched though as he quickly rose he expected her to have already reset if she wasn't already on her way. Quite alright either way, it wasn't her nature to hold back to sit there and defend though as she came (or didn't as the case may be) that curvy shadowy blade materialized in his right hand, acid dripping on the sandy arena floor.

Gersham did not expect to use the weapon much save for getting a bit closer into range where the gauntlets were far more fasible to use. But rather than waiting he charged at her meeting her half way the weapon at his side out behind him as he held it in a reversed grip intending to make a quick upward slash with it then an equally quick dpwnward cut hoping to tangle up her weapon with either slash intending to get close enough to make a slashing attack with his off handed gauntlet.

Beyond a brief clash, neither attack gained the advantage. Iria's turns worked both for her offense and somewhat with her defense to avoid the attack while Gersham dove right past her to avoid the attempted hook with the hammer. The gladiatrix skidded to a stop briefly as she saw that her opponent had summoned that acidic blade again. Though dangerous, she found herself smirking slightly as she had forced her opponent to rely on old tactics again. Standing against her in close range combat? Iria showed him his place.

The two fighters rushed at each other, Gersham using his newly improved reach to perform quick slashes to force the amazon on the defensive. But, this busty gladiatrix was never one to back down. She continued charging forward only to quickly sidestep to her right to avoid the slashing blade which will in turn make her pass the demon's nonsword arm. Most of Iria's swings were from her right though so as she did the hopping dodge, the warrior woman twisted her body and shifted her hammer to do a passing left swing at the charging monster.

Whether she connected or not, their dash would ensure they both get distance from one another before any further attacks could be made from the amazon's side. If unhindered, Iria would skid to a stop once more, turning to face her opponent and ready for another assault. Gersham knew she was a threat and all it would take is one solid hit to give her a significant advantage. This allowed Iria to be more aggressive as fear of the hammer had already been imprinted on her foe's strategy.

Oh, let her assume that he was falling back to old strageties. He could not hope to do much one handed with a sword against her two handed hammer attacks as far as turning the brunt of them aside. She was stronger than he, if he were the stronger of the two then perhaps he could hope to parry.

Instead he had to rely on a blow with the blade to do any good here though his aim really wasn't to use it but to get her thinking about the blade and to better assist him in getting those openings.

She side stepped which was pretty much as he expected for why would she want to entangle her weapon with his, especially now that he could retailate with the gauntlet? He expected a kick as she passed at least but his one handed grip allowed him to reach out behind him to claw at her back.

He didn't know if he would get much, if anything of her, they both were moving pretty fast and he wasn't able to focus on the spot he was attacking so it was a blind strike though it was high up her back intended to get at a shoulder, to take some strength out of her deadly swings.

Hit or miss he did not have time to process the attack as he was stepping into her side, no sense avoiding the hammer blow but he was mitigating it some by closing the distance he hoped she would not get too much momentum behind the swing, that and he wanted the haft of the weapon against his ribs rather than the head of the weapon.

Either way he knew that he would feel the attack course over him but it was a small price to pay if he were successful with his as the two passed one another by, turning to face each other making a quick assessment of the pass and the effects that they had on one another.

Pain stung her shoulder as red cuts were made by the demon's claw. The attack was shallow but bleeding as the two traded attacks, both of them finding purchase this time. The long metallic shaft of her hammer slammed right into the charging monster's ribs. It was not the blow she was looking for but no doubt did some damage in any case. She needed to capitalize on this before she misses her chance.

Iria turns and immediately dashes for her opponent. The human woman could feel sweat and dust irritating her wound shoulder. Blood lightly dripped down her shoulder but it was not life threatening. Any motion would remind her of the injury but it was no where near as destructive as being stabbed with that acid blade. Before she reaches the demon, the warrior woman swung her hammer down low. The hammer head slammed into the ground, scooping up a clump of dust and dirt as it swung upwards. She flung the smokescreen for Gersham's face and body, letting the swing take her hammer up above her head to prepare for the follow up. She hoped to distract the beast enough to strike a critical blow as she let forth a cry, bringing the hammer down full force. Iria was looking to finish this quickly and decisively.

He had a grimmace on his face as they spun about to face each other. Those had been the same ribs she had broken in a prior engagement and while she did not brake them yet they were reminded of the fact of how vulnerable they were. They did not wish to brake again.

Yet the gauntlet on his left hand had been smeared with her blood but he doubted that he got her two good, though even if he had she would still be coming forward to capitalize on that brief exchange. He seized his sword, two handed and rushed at her seeking not to disappoint.

He might need that extra power to assist him in turning aside the blow that he figured was coming. And come it did, though not as expected as it slammed into the arena floor in effort to scoop up sand and fling it at him.

At the last moment he had saw her intent and would have had materialized a wing to shield his face, as it was all three of his eyes closed so as not to be blinded for long though Gersham had been use to the movements of the hammer by this stage.

It would be easier for her to make a vertical strike from that position, pulling the hammer up over her head then a horizontal one. His ribs approved though his head and shoulders would not.

But too late to stop his forward momentum he tried in fact to increase it, he couldn't see for a moment but he had been aware of her last position and assumed she would just come forward so it was his hopes to get in close, to spear her chest as he dropped his shoulder to ram into her.

Iria was trying to end this quick, was she concerned he was going to fall back and start using magic again? She couldn't have deemed him as much of a physical threat, he was uncertain of her reasoning thus far but had not suspected anything unusual just yet so he had not tried too hard to compensate for this at all.

He readied his blade but the gladiatrix would not hesitate. The cloud of dust flew right at the demon and he did not make any attempt to dodge it. If he tried dodging to either side or retreating backwards, Iria would see her opponent and follow to remain in range. But the demonic monster instead plowed right into her body. "Oof!" she was caught with the hammer still above her as they both topple over onto the arena floor. The hammer slammed back down into the ground above her head as she was left with her opponent in a more dominant position.

The amazon's hammer was useless now. She released it immediately and tried her best to swing at Gersham's face, throat, or chest. Iria just needed to buy a little time so she could kick the demon off of her. Her foe had gripped his sword with both hands so she hoped his guard was still down so she could free herself. The crowds were already cheering as this struggle continued to heat up. The audience were certainly getting their money's worth from this match.

If she manages to daze Gersham, Iria would kick both her legs up and try to buck the demon off her before rolling away. Her strength was still impressive but far less effective when stuck laying on her back.

Still blinded by the attack he had been in the process of freeing up one of his hands and thus felt her smash him in the face. Her power while on her back wasn't as great, she couldn't get as much leverage behind it and he loved fighting at close quarters as he didn't have to worry as much about that dreadful hammer.

He wasn't too dazed by the attack, it was more not seeing it coming that did more damage to him but he wiped down with a clawed gauntlet at her chest. He would have followed this up with a punch to her ribs though she was already kicking upward, jarring him loose.

He lunged at her, at her last known area anyway hoping to at least graze her with his weapon, though it either case he had to be quick in scramble to his feet knowing that it would not be long before she followed up with another attack before his vision fully cleared.

He had not expected her to stay away but now was the time for a little crowd participation as he pointed, using the cheers of the crowd to at least orientate him in her direction though he doubted it would be long before she was atop him. His vision as it was had been blurry as weakly he attempted to open his eyes.

New cuts formed over those mountainous globes as her top was ripped completely open. The luscious melons bounced free, earning another enthusiastic roar from the crowds. Thankfully, she managed to get free before any further damage could be caused. Gersham tried to stay on top, lunging with his claw as Iria quickly rolled away. Though she failed the exchange, the amazon warrior did still have an advantage as the two of them quickly got back to their feet. There was no time to go for her weapon if the gladiatrix was going to take advantage of this brief moment.

The demon's eyes were shut, the dust not in them but still covered his eyelids. He had oriented himself more or less in the amazon's direction but that did not matter to her. He may had expected that she would retreat to grab her hammer. But instead, Iria was within striking range as she swung a powerful roundhouse kick aimed for her opponent's temple. She would return the damage to her body and suit in kind. The warrior woman could follow the kick by closing in for a straight punch for the monster's stomach, doing why she could to keep up the pressure.

Though she had new bleeding cuts that stung, tearing her top open did relieve pressure from her chest. Her full mammaries bounced and swayed freely, giving the crowds something to gawk and take pictures of as they bounced and swayed with every motion and attack the gladiatrix made. Like the human cow she was, those jugs were full of milk as they hung heavily from her chest.

The crowds had little time to assist him as she was atop him once more as expected. He felt the breeze of the kick coming at him and since his hand was extended and pointing he already had it in position to intercept the kick.
He was able to snap the arm back quicker from it's position to defend with though he had to go in the diection of the kick rather than muscle threw the blow and force the kick back.

Blocking the kick he learned where she was he made a low thrust with his sword hoping to catch her other leg knowing that it was tough for her to evade, though his vision was still strained and his targetting wasn't the best for he had been shifted with that kick of hers. It was all guess work, qhick guess work at that though he felt her fist slam into his gut a moment later, forcing him back as he drew in a sharp breath with a hiss.

That hurt though he instictively swung the blade horizontally in front of him to keep her away from him for a small moment. He could at least see her now, it was a blurry image of course and hile he was able to block out most of the sand she had tossed up at him some did manage to get into his eyes, thankfully not much.

Now it was her turn to be a little weary of his reach but since she had greater reach with her legs he expected kicks at first until she grew a little closer where she could uses punches to full effect.