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“And I am so, so happy you did, Daddy!” I giggled. “I'd been dreaming about you doing me for ages already, but I never would have had the courage to act on it, if you hadn't just taken control like that! It was perfect! Just how I always wanted!”

The fights continued, but they were becoming more and more drawn out. The weakest combatants had all been culled in the first three rounds, and now the remaining warriors were going at it with everything they had. Eventually, Noah’s first target entered the arena. He was a young man, spirited and garbed in plate mail, having won his fights with hard-won determination and effort. His name was Falco. Noah followed him outside, the warrior unaware of his presence. On the other end of the ring, his opponent arrived, another man, a few inches taller and years older, wearing dark clothes and an amused smirk upon seeing Falco. Both were brawlers, entering the ring without weapons.

He again got down on all fours and charged towards her. Thera once more dodged with one whip, while this time swinging her other whip towards his legs, trying to trip him up so he wouldn’t crash again. She failed to snare him, as the water simply splattered when it met his aura. Once more, Cain met the wall and ripped through stone and wood, but the audience managed to get out of his way this time. He once more stepped out of the mess and into the ring.