The display had been dazzling as he heard the echo of metal upon metal ring out in his ears. He deflected an incoming blow that would have scored a point had he not turned his wrist in such a way to disarm his opponent in a flashy display with his foil before making a quick follow up lunge with his foil to the chest of his unarmed foe scoring a hit to the chest in order to end the match.

Almost at once his helmet had been ripped off of his youthful face spilling out waves of long blond hair as his sparkling blue eyes had glanced out at the semi-circle of students assembled her. Thre must of been six or seven of them, only one being real as the others had been illusionary, images that Aegir had conjured up.

Draping himself in the form of an instructor had been nothing new to him as he had done so before. His nodes had told him about the latest editions her on the island, most of which he had passed over with a mere glance figuring that if he had chance upon them then he would take them as the circumstances dictated though there had been a select few that he had gone out of his way for, that he just had to have.

Implanting a suggestion into the head of Mister Roger Bulavard to leave the premise had been easy enough as he took his form, cloaking himself in the fencing instructor's skin. He had sent the other students away by controlling their minds in order to get them to leave.

He had not been intersted in them after all and thus as he sent them away he added to his illusion as he generated a "clone" of them until he had replace all but one at this stage. His deception had been generated for one person, and one person alone that his eyes now focused on.

Silvia had been sitting in the gym, dressed in the school's revealing uniform, and passing the time until her next class was scheduled to start when a group of girls came in surrounding one of the island's few male instructors. Watching as the demonstration started she got up, her interest peaked as one of the two combatants was disarmed with a flashy display by what seemed to be a fencing instructor. Clapping as she made her way into the center of the semi circle of students she said Very Impressive Sir. I don't have my practice suit on but would you be kind enough to have a match with me? My skills will go to waste with no one to practice against.

He bowed with a bit of a flourish, long locks spilling down his comely face as he set his blue eyes upon the student before him. He had analyzed her words in a fraction of a second his words speaking to her through the use of his telepathic gifting while his own mouth had moved in time with his words to stimulate speech.

"I would be honored." He had thumbed a finger in the direction of the locker room. "You can get dressed there, extra uniforms have been left out near the basket ball uniforms in the storage room, and blades are just over there at the wrack by that door."

He had indicated the rack in question by pointing at it with a finger his eyes perusing his students to see if they had minded the distraction though the illusions had appeared weary for the most part and in need of a break.

Right. Back in a few then. she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and smiling at the "instructor" as she moved towards the lockerroom. Entering the lockerroom and closing the door behind her she moved over to the stack of fencing sets, taking off her uniform shirt and skirt and looking through the pile hoping to find some in her size. Luckily she found a pair of breeches in the right size but with the tops she wasn't so lucky, there were no underplastrons and all of the actual tops would not button all the way closed because of her ample chest.

It's like this school bought all the uniforms a couple sizes too small for the fun of it. Shrugging she said, feeling uncomfortable with the fabric of the suit rubbing against her bra covered breasts, Oh well It's only for one match.

His eyes had followed her as she departed eyes that had graced the curves of her backside unobserved as he took it in, a smile dancing upon his lips as he schemed, his mind calculating already as he thought of the best time to drop his illusion.

Like a spider he had been use to dropping people into a web of deceit using minimal effort to capture his prey. While he had been sure that he could take her he had to be positive of that before making his move. He felt the best course of action had been to drain her of energy, to let her mind exert itself as he bleed his illusion into her mind. Letting her exert herself would mean that she would have less energy in fighting him off when the time came.

As he thought of this he had sprung forth images of the locker room, springing upon her as she had been getting changed after her fencing practice. He smiled to himself as he thought through matters, tentacles restraining her, working himself against her, he had envisioned matters in his mind from start to finish.

Then he say her coming back out into the gym. Her top too small for her, that much had been easy enough to discern. His eyes swept over her curves, smiling softly before looking away at the assembly of illusionary students. Mindful of her presence he had looked back at her with his sparkling blue eyes, a smile gracing his lips.

"Ready? Blades are over there."

As Silvia walked out of the gym, hoping that her top would stay closed, she smiled back at the instructor as he said "Ready? Blades are over there." Quite confident of her skills she walked over to the rack of blades, picking one up and twirling the blade with one hand saying Oh I'm ready. Are you?

Taking a ready stance she pulled on the protective helmet and waited for him to take the first attack. Her former instructor had always said, "It is best to learn what your opponent can do before showing them what you can do."

A smile crossed his lips as he regarded her, taking up his foil in a salute he waited for her to take her position while his mind rippled into her own to access the thoughts that had streamed into it. He had discerned that she had been waiting upon him to make the first move and he did not disappoint as his mind flowed into her own as he summoned up another illusion causing him to appear quicker than he actual was.

A simple lunge came at her chest, his eyes obviously distracted by the accent of her chest straining against her top though that alone hade not frozen him in his tracks as he made his attack, while his blue eyes may have lingered there it had been as if another set of eyes had guided his strike as he let his mind anticipate her own movements and of course her reactions gauging them as he struck.

He could hear the baited breath of the illusionary students that had watched on, his foil moving almost to quickly to follow as he lunged at her trying to bypass the guard of any parry that she could have mustered in defense though he had been quite clear that she had been waiting on him to make the first move giving that he had total access to her mind.

Wow he's fast. she thought as the illusion that was projected into her mind made it seem that his blade was moving almost too quickly to follow. "Almost" was the operative word however, as the blade was closing in she quickly moved to block stopping the blade a mere inch from her chest. Pushing his blade to the side she rushed forward with a simple thrust to the stomach, hoping to catch him surprised after blocking his thrust.

Beneath his helmet he had smiled anticipating the follow up thrust since he had been reading her mind. His body side stepping rather than exerting any effort in parrying her blade that had been coming in too quickly to turn aside anyway.

Her training had proved to be good, she had been no slutch though he hadn't expected her to be given the intensity that had gone into her training.

With a seemingly clear short to her chest he too thrust at her with the blade of his foil as it had been aimed at what he had deemed to be her unprotected chest, his eyes glaring at her clevage from beneath the hidden nature of his helmet as the smaller than normal shirt had strained in holding her orbs from his sight.

Not expecting that he would side step her thrust Silvia quickly began to back away, avoiding a hit to the chest but loosing the button keeping her small top closed as the side of his blade slid along the seam. As the buttons clattered on the floor, her top inched open revealing the thin white bra covering her ample chest. Fired up now she threw the ruined garment to the floor with a smile and said That was a close one, but I'm not giving up just because you have me topless.

Again he smiled as his eyes followed the rolling button to a halt, though he had not been prepared for the ousting of her shirt revealing the white bra beneath that his eyes eagerly skimmed over before linger there as they heaved with each single breath that she took.

Watching her chest rise and fall almost cost him a point as he had narrowly parried an incoming blow, warned by his precognitive abilities and the very fact that he had sunk into Silvia's thoughts that gave him enough warning to anticipate and attack.

He had taken a step back as if to re-evaluate his technic or her own though he had hardly played fair as he launched a telepathic attack against her as he dominated her mind into hesitating just a moment or two as his own foil had moved first to disarm her in a sudden flair before hitting upon her chest, at least that had been the plan.

Silvia knew that her opponent would be somewhat distracted by the allure of her ample chest being almost out in the open. That distraction could cost him a point as she went in for another blow. Damn, he dodged again she thought as he parried her blow at the last moment.

As she moved back to her ready position her mind suddenly wandered for a moment, long enough for his strike to touch her unprotected chest. As he pulled his blade back the sharp sides of his blade knicked her bra, leaving it connected by a few strands of cotton as she hoped it was still strong enough to stay on.

Smiling tiredly, her skin glistening with sweat from her exertion, she said Well thats a point for you.

Oh what bounties that her bra had kept hidden from his luscious sight as his gaze pooled over them as he wondered to himself if those nipples had been a vibrant pink or a dusky rose in coloration. He had figured that he would soon find out the answer to that question as he gave some thought to his plan, attacking her in the locker room as she changed out of her out fit (though there had been little of it left). He could strike then with minimal efforts in shedding her garments from her body. He had envisioned all this as it had fluttered through his mind.

His blade came up in a salute as he backed away for the next point, eyes still transfixed on the covered bosoms before his eyes as he had prepared himself for the next point ...

When class finally concluded he dismissed all present. A scramble of illusionary feet scuffed up the floor as several individuals made haste towards the showers, either to bathe beneath shower heads or just to change depending on where they had to be next.

Aegir, while still cloaked, had gone around the gym ensuring that everything had been properly put away and not left about the gym to clutter it up.

Saluting him back their match continued, ending with a score of 2-1 his favor as the school bell rung. Well it looks like you beat me this time, cause I have to go to class. Maybe we can duel again tomorrow? Walking towards the lockerroom she decided to tease him a bit ripping the few strands of fabric holding it together and taking it off, letting the ruined garment fall to the floor as she finished her walk to the lockerroom topless.

Once there, she slipped off the fencing breeches putting them back on the pile and going to look for a towel so she could get in the shower.

"I would look forward to it," he said to her just before she had walked away. His eyes of course flung to her as he heard the ripping of fabric, his helmet beneath his arm at this stage as he regarded the sight of her body as she had disappeared from sight.

He shot her a smile as she went, waiting for her to dip out of sight before he had gone towards the locker room, his intent obvious as he went though the power of his illusion hadn't waivered.

He had been quite slow when not under the influence of an illusion. But he had reached his destination in time to toss open the locker room door with a hand just as she had been in the process of undressing. A smile seemed burned onto his lips as he had looked across at her, standing there for a moment as his eyes lingered upon her, ignoring all the other illusionary students that had been present in the process.