Street fighting came to Adam like breathing. When it came to fighting dirty, he knew his ends and outs better than anyone else. Or, that’s how he thought it to be. Atop of that skill was his years of a general mixed martial arts and general combat training. Weapons were never really needed for him unless the mission called for it.
He was rebuilt specifically for battle. So why even attempt to go for a weapon when he was one?
“I don’t need one, thank you. Not saying that I’d hurt you, but… When it’s as simple as a quick spar, weapons are unnecessary Rather silly. If it comes down to the need of having a weapon, I’ve already been equipped with many.” He held up a hand and pointed at the Goddess, “But if you wish to use one, or many, I don’t mind it.”
Amira’s smirk grew wider, almost into a full sinister grin as all the weapons shelves disappeared. She was more than game to play without any aid of a weapon, and if it came down to it she could always manifest one if needed. However that was very doubtful. Amira took a couple steps forward, her strides fluid and intimidating as she approached Adam.
“No weapon’s is fine, I don’t mind getting a little dirty.” Her words flowed like satin as she raised her hand motioning for him to come forward. “I’ll try to go easy on you.” Amira winked and waited.
Amira could really use some lust guys.
Amira stood on her temple steps glancing around at the new location of her temple until she choose to change it again. Her old feeding ground was getting quiet boring and she was in the mood for something spicy, hopefully this new location would provide.
“Come to me, I shall fulfill your desires…” Her lilith voice drifted through the mortal realm alluring any lustful prey near.
She’s a goddess — it was a reoccurring thought that continually shuffled its way though his head. How do you spar with a goddess? She seemed to be up for the challenge, however he was still a touch weary. Despite how strong she may be, it just rose questions to him. Not just about her strength, but how much could Amira really take?
Repeating questions. Adam shook his head. With her sudden change, the veteran gave a soft sigh. Grinning now, he took a step back, taking the woman completely into view. Of course he was more into the wispy flow of her dress, but this was a lovely sight as well. How nice. “Well, I’m not the one to turn down a challenge. I’m curious on your skill.”
Amira stood with pride as she watched him take her in completely, the smile that danced across her lips was seductive and alluring. It wasn’t hard for her to impress a man even if he was part machine, with a few thoughts and wishes she could have whoever she chose.
“Well stud what shall be your weapon of choice?” She questioned as a couple weapon shelves appeared seemingly from thin air beside the both of them. The shelves contained everything from throwing stars to scythes, it even had a few guns, but they were something not used very often in her spars with mortals. “Choose anything you want.” Her alluring voice bounced around her temple as she watched him with bright emerald eyes.
Amira watched him with keen eyes, he was skeptical about the drink it was slightly offending but she didn’t make any move to show it. She took another drink of her own and listened to him speak he was right she could want anything from him. A couple things she thought of was a sparr then sex. He did have a desire for fighting she could feel it flow from him with ease, it was stronger than his physical lust.
“Well no one said you weren’t intelligent.” She cooed with a soft laugh. “I mainly want your physical desire today, however I wouldn’t be opposed to a good sparr. Haven’t done that in a while.” The corner of her lip twitched just a bit into a smirk.
Well, at least the liquor wasn’t poisoned or tainted, that was a plus. She was honestly smoozing her way into his pants. In a way, it was working. The way she purred… Her clandestine smiles. All adding up against her lovely features. Biting his lip, he chuckled. What he would have noted as a gorgeous, sexual deviant ended up falling onto the lines of a dangerous bombshell.
How nice. With a light nod, the augmented veteran eyed the Goddess, “Are you sure? I mean, the last woman I fought actually had a full body modification. I wouldn’t want to hurt you, Amira.” He’d feel bad with harming her skin with ugly bruises if they had sparred… However, if she wanted to, they could.
Amira chuckled, her smirk twisting into a devilish grin that spread from ear to ear. The poor fool thought he would damage her skin, scar her beauty, he could try but anything he did would be washed away with a single thought if she wanted. She finished off her drink placing the empty glass on the table before closing the distance between them.
“You can try as hard as you would like, but no matter what you do my body will never scar.” She purred as she passed him till she stood in the center of her temple. “My beauty is infinite and I can wish away any mark you leave with a thought, so don’t even think of going easy on me. I’m not as delicate as I look.” She turned around and faced him, her dress shifting away till she stood in a red leather corset that clung tightly to her curves, complete with black leather pants and some knee high boots.
“After all I am a goddess.” She purred, arching a brow in a challenge.