Cherubian
Ripple in the Water
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Veronica Cornelia Septa slowly traversed the dark underground corridor. Even the light step of her sandalled feet produced audible echoes down here and the cool cellar air chilled the sweat on her smooth skin that remained from the day's exertions, but she was in high spirits nevertheless. This had been her third day at the Collegia Iuvenum, and finally the organizer had taken her completely serious when she talked about fighting in the arena against men.
Gone were his rude comments that her talents would be put to better use if she simply removed that very light armor she wore – merely a wide leather band wrapped around her chest trying to contain her ample boson, a short leather skirt with metal inlays and bracers of the same material – and raise the morale of the men with her lithe but busty body. She however had not chosen her attire to entice sexual attraction but to grant her maximum mobility as speed was her greatest weapon whether she was wielding twin short swords or trident and net. Well, maybe both. A distracted opponent is an easier opponent.
Grudgingly the organizers had given her the chance to prove her skill, the request of a patrician's daughter was not as easily denied, and in turn she had soon started to sway their opinion. Old Marcellus apparently had trained her very well, his claims about her outstanding talent more than just dutiful praise of a servant. She had handily overcome all challenges pitted against her, even two or three adversaries at the same time.
She had also insisted on her own changing room, apart from the men, and that was were they had gotten their revenge. Apparently the only free room not occupied with another purpuse was down deep in the bowels of the training grounds all across the installation, and so at the end of her daily exercise she had to do a medium length hike to get there and change into her civilian clothes. Around the corner, though, should be her destination.
But wait, what was that? She just had heard other footsteps behind her, from multiple persons. Who else would come down here? The quick turn of her head sent her long light blond braid flying.
Veronica Cornelia Septa slowly traversed the dark underground corridor. Even the light step of her sandalled feet produced audible echoes down here and the cool cellar air chilled the sweat on her smooth skin that remained from the day's exertions, but she was in high spirits nevertheless. This had been her third day at the Collegia Iuvenum, and finally the organizer had taken her completely serious when she talked about fighting in the arena against men.
Gone were his rude comments that her talents would be put to better use if she simply removed that very light armor she wore – merely a wide leather band wrapped around her chest trying to contain her ample boson, a short leather skirt with metal inlays and bracers of the same material – and raise the morale of the men with her lithe but busty body. She however had not chosen her attire to entice sexual attraction but to grant her maximum mobility as speed was her greatest weapon whether she was wielding twin short swords or trident and net. Well, maybe both. A distracted opponent is an easier opponent.
Grudgingly the organizers had given her the chance to prove her skill, the request of a patrician's daughter was not as easily denied, and in turn she had soon started to sway their opinion. Old Marcellus apparently had trained her very well, his claims about her outstanding talent more than just dutiful praise of a servant. She had handily overcome all challenges pitted against her, even two or three adversaries at the same time.
She had also insisted on her own changing room, apart from the men, and that was were they had gotten their revenge. Apparently the only free room not occupied with another purpuse was down deep in the bowels of the training grounds all across the installation, and so at the end of her daily exercise she had to do a medium length hike to get there and change into her civilian clothes. Around the corner, though, should be her destination.
But wait, what was that? She just had heard other footsteps behind her, from multiple persons. Who else would come down here? The quick turn of her head sent her long light blond braid flying.
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