Mutually Beneficial Dungeoneering 11

A weapon was an advantage over an unarmed opponent in a variety of ways. Reach was the first and the most obvious. A fist only went so far, while Mara's sword added a good meter to her attack range. 

"Your technique is quite intriguing!" shortcrop strongjaw said, grinning, "would that you were born in my country, I'd be proud to call you sister!"

"And your muscles are amazing!" Mara complimented in turn, swinging her sword in a short arc, quickly, preventing a forward rush from her opponent. She allowed a small grin to erupt. "What's your name?" she asked. Referring to the muscular women by their striking differences was difficult, after all.

"My name is Milla, my sister's name is Mella," she spoke.

"So are you guys like actual siblings or-" Mara spoke.

"Yes, twins!" she spoke, stepping forward around Mara's sword, and shoulder checking her hard, throwing her back. Mara rolled on the ground to avoid a follow up punch, though to her credit the muscular woman easily avoided punching the ground, stopping just short, right on time, as if she expected to be dodged.

Rolling back to her feet, Mara took another step back to avoid a rising roundhouse, and then stabbed forward with her sword, intending to bury it between the ribcage and the pelvis, hopefully get a kidney, but it didn't happen, as Milla managed to spin away from the tip of the sword with a pirouette that showed that despite her extremely big muscles, she was not lacking in grace and dexterity.

However, two could play at the kicking game, and Mara followed with a kick of her own that the muscular woman blocked with her arm, though it did force her to move back, skidding along the ground.

"Unbelievable, my muscles are tingling. You must be level Five already, and your strength and agility are on par with a level six..." the woman muttered. "But let me show you the difference that two levels can make..!"

The woman leaned forward and then in a burst of blurring motion that Mara could scarcely even track, let alone react appropriately to, she quickly stepped into Mara's guard, throwing up a cloud of dust behind her, and buried her fist in Mara's midsection, doubling her over.

Saliva and phlegm flew from Mara's mouth, and Milla grinned savagely, only to find the sting of a blade stabbing into her side.

She threw Mara away, and inspected her wound, looking at the relatively shallow scratch. "Fucking hell, a woman can only get so turned on in a fight you know!" she cried. "I know this is Kamadeva but restrain yourself!"

Mara laughed and coughed, simultaneously, as she tried to regain her breathing, picking herself up from the heap she'd become when she landed, barely managing to straighten up. "You know, part of me wants to feel weird about this whole thing," she said, spitting out a glob of phlegm and blood, "but you kinda stop caring about stuff like that in this place. Kamadeva has its ways huh?" she muttered, stretching a little. "If you want me, come at me, you ridiculously good looking bitch!"

"Now that's what I like to hear, my little whirlwind of blades and violence!" Milla shouted, then once more rushed forward at blinding speed.

Now prepared, Mara was able to block the first hit, and the second, but the third hit her jaw, snapping it to the left, and the fourth her kidney, the fifth went over her ribs, and the sixth was again on the jaw, snapping it to the other side. The seventh, lucky hit, was to the midsection, and sent her reeling back, blood flowing from her mouth and nose, her opponent's fists big enough to fuck up half her face.

She quickly snorted out a heap of blood and snot and then swung her sword, with all her might, in the time it took for the woman to catch her bearings after her highspeed assault.

Weakened from the attacks, she barely managed to score a line across the woman's chest, cutting her clothes and drawing a red line from her left shoulder to her right hip, that bled a couple droplets but not much more.

Mara fell to a knee, and vomited out a heavy helping of bile and blood. "Sh-shit," she said. "I thought I'd- blergh!"

Vomiting the contents of her stomach, white, pink, yellow and red, she almost fell face first into the disgusting mess below her, but she was caught with a large hand that held her by the chest. 

"Fuck me sideways, woman, you really want me to fall in love with you, don't you?!" Milla shouted, laughing in good cheer. "I can't in good conscience destroy a woman with a fighting spirit that strong!"

Mara could barely manage to force herself off of Milla's grip, using her free hand to push away. She raised her sword, and with more gravity than strength, chopped at her once more, though it harmlessly bounced off of the woman's extremely muscular shoulder.

Milla grinned, pulled her fist back, and her eyes glinted in anticipation. "When you get to my level, come and seek me out, and claim me like a proper warrior should," the extremely happy looking muscular beauty said, and it was evident her nipples were quite stiff, "I'll be looking forward to the day you make me submit with all that talent and strength!" and then she punched Mara's face once more, and it was lights out.

The next time Mara opened her eyes, she sat up with a rush, ignoring how queasy and nauseated she felt, she reached to grab her weapon, only to instead grab- Benny's arm?

"What- what happened, we were fighting and-"

"We got crushed. They were toying with us. Both of those women were level 7," Cupcake's voice interrupted.

Mara looked around, and realized she was in what appeared to be an inn room. Her room, to be exact. Cupcake was coming into the room with a tray with three cups, their contents steaming hot, and a bowl of cookies. She growled, but faltered, lacking in strength to move. Benny caught her, and eased her slowly back down.

"There - you must still be in a lot of pain," he said. "To be honest we didn't do very well ourselves. That Bron Dorr guy was easy enough to handle but when we knocked him out that Mella woman got serious and, well, she just flattened us in an instant."

"You should've seen them though," Cupcake said, opening the tray's legs so that it could be set astride Mara's legs even as Benny helped her sit up. "They got into a big row as soon as the guy woke up. Apparently you made an impact on one of them. Kept going on and on about how cute and sexy you were," she said with a wink.

"Well, she kept talking about how she wanted to fight you again, more than anything," Benny corrected. "Uhm- did- you had some pretty serious wounds, does anything hurt still?"

"Everything," Mara said, and meant it. Every part of her felt like she'd been put through the wringer, like her bones had been powdered by a mill and her muscles torn apart fiber by fiber. "But I'll live. At least losing in a fight against a strong opponent's way better than passing out from too much gobbo dick," she said.

"Well it can't be that bad if you're already cracking jokes," Cupcake said. "as if you'd ever pass out from too much dick."

"You're damn right I won't," Mara snapped back, then winced. "But I really do feel like shit. How did we get back here? And- how much did we lose?"

"Nothing. They just let us go. Apparently they, uh, that guy just gets off on scaring people, and he pays them to intimidate lower level adventurers. Being an asshole, as we learned? Not against the rules, as long as you don't actually rob people. Picking fights can get you slapped with a fine but that's about it. Beyond that it's our word against theirs," Benny explained. "Long and short of it, we just took a couple lumps and a bit of a loss of time, but we're otherwise fine."

Mara clenched her fist.

Milla, huh?

There was a part of Mara that found the muscular violence obsessed woman extremely hot. She was obviously aware of it, too, showing off her body the way she did. An image of that woman with her leather armor sliced, the plates that covered her chest falling off, on her knees, submitting utterly and totally..!

Mara clenched her fist. "I'll rise to that challenge..!" she muttered, "alright guys, it's about time we started working on getting stronger faster. We can no longer afford to dawdle, we're not losing like this again, and I'm definitely gonna make that bitch submit to me the next time we fight!"

"Oh my my my," a new, familiar voice spoke, as the Golem that watched the entrance to the Labyrinth that Mara frequented most, entered the room. "I come by to say hi to some of my favorite adventurers, my sweet darlings that you are, and I'm already hearing something wonderful!" Rosie said. 

"Rosie?" Mara frowned.

"Hi hi hi, I happened to be off duty, so I was the one who rescued you darlings!"

Mara blinked, as she held up a familiar object. A medallion, a rescue beacon. "Oh, right- that thing. So we forfeited our drops huh?"

"We'll call it a favor for a friend, just this once," Rosie said, winking. "Now, what's this I hear about wanting to power up fast? You know you can ask me for help any time."

Mara frowned, clenched her fists and then looked at her. "Rosie... I need a quick way to get to level eight from five," she said. "I'm- I'm willing to do what it takes. Can you help?"

Rosie hummed. "Well darling, if you're willing to put in the work..."

Her face changed, to a quite evil smile.

Both Cupcake and Benny gulped.

"I might have an idea," Rosie said, grinning. "I hope you're ready for it, this isn't wisdom I share with just anybody you know!"

Mara nodded. "I'll do whatever it takes..!"

The pink haired golem nodded. "Then prepare your butt, sweetie, because you're really going to wish yours was as replaceable as mine."