"So do it again."

"I'm pretty sure it was a special occasion. She doesn't surprise easily." His gaze shifted over to look at Algra who was pouring more water over her face. The sight of that water cascading over Algra's firm, incredibly athletic figure and sliding between her plump breasts caused his tongue to run across his lips.

"I've seen the way she Looks at you Greg. She gets weak at the knees." Janette stroked a few stray blades of grass from his shoulder.

“Nope, I've seen her knees quite close up over the past week or so. Hurtling towards my face, along with her fists, elbows, and feet. I can conclusively say there's nothing weak about them." He finally hefted himself up to his feet and he helped the girl up beside him.

“That's not what I meant and you know it. You know I've been hanging out a lot with Talina, right?"

"Hmmm." Talina. Janette. Hanging out. Yum.

“Well, she says that even the best of warriors are always vulnerable. You just have to find that weakness and exploit it, see?" Janette slipped her foot around behind Gregory's ankle in a smooth motion, the skin of her firm thigh caressing along the outside of his leg.

She'd got so far under Gregory's guard with the mental imagery and the smooth manoeuvre that by the time he realised he was being set-up, all she had to do was straighten out her leg. Doing so knocked him completely off balance and her hands gave him a sharp shove to send him sprawling back onto his butt. Again

“Hey! What the..." Gregory started to complain, but when he looked up at the mischievous glint in the eyes of the redhead above him, he knew the lesson she was trying to convey almost immediately. He stopped, thought about it and then Looked over to Algra, who was now approaching them.

He blinked and looked back to Janette.

“Think that'll work?"

“I'm pretty sure you've tried everything else by this point. It couldn't hurt." Jan extended her hand out to help him up and he gladly took it.

“Believe me, it could hurt a lot. Seems like everyone's knocking me on my arse these days." Gregory flexed the muscles along his shoulders and felt the anticipation of the imminent brawl. It was oddly invigorating.

“Yeah, well maybe I'll let you do something to my arse later to make up for it." Janette leaned in to lay a parting little kiss on his cheek before hurrying off to sit back on her rock and watch the show.

That parting hint immediately shifted Gregory's attention from the oncoming orc to look towards the gorgeous red haired vixen with his mouth hanging open in near shock. She was going to let him do what!? That was-

He never quite got to work out what it was since Algra's fist immediately smacked into the side of his head and sent him staggering backwards. The blow was so hard that it almost knocked him unconscious, but by some miracle he managed to stay on his feet with enough presence of mind to hop backwards avoiding Algra's following lunge.

“Hey! No fair, I wasn't ready!" He only realised how much like a five year old he sounded after the words had left his lips.

“Half of your fights will be attacks, half will be defending yourself. Attackers don't give warning unless they're idiots. Don't expect one," Algra advised.

He was about to argue out of sheer frustration, but instead he saw the sense in her words and simply gave a brief nod. Alright then. If she wanted to fight dirty maybe he could return the favour.

She attacked again and he fell into a simple and effective series of defensive manoeuvres. Sidestep, stance shift, block, feint, feint, sidestep, strike. He could have probably done it in his sleep. The strike didn't hit but everything leading up to it had gone pretty well. Algra hadn't managed to put him on his back or make him see double and he was starting to consider that to be a win. It would have been easy to get a little confidence, but he knew all too well that she was only testing him. Like a shark letting its wounded prey tire itself out before going in for the kill.

“So, um, quick question?" Gregory spoke as they circled each other.

Algra didn't lose that predatory look in her eye. Her trained vision was waiting for him to give her an opportune opening. She did let out a brief grunt in the affirmative, however. Gregory took the opportunity to delay getting turned into chum.

“Alright, well I was wondering if you've got any advice on a problem I'm having on focusing." He kept his guard up, knowing that question-and-answer time was also potentially getting-his-ass-kicked time in the orc's opinion.

“You have many problems. Explain." Algra's tone wasn't unkind. It was just brutally honest.

"Well, what happens if I'm squaring off with someone I find incredibly attractive? Like, if I can't concentrate because all I can think about is how good she'd feel pressed against me.