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CLANK!!
Seth widened his eyes as his shield was sent flying away after a move he could barely figure out. Did she kicked it? Or just yanked it from his hands? She was so fast!
There was, however, no time for awe or further analysis. Despite being left with only his baton at hand, he knew the fight wasn't over — far from it, he hoped. He could still do it! "Ha!" He growled loudly, swinging it at Jane, who parried the incoming hit with one of her daggers.
"Focus, kitty," Jane teased, her arm trembling slightly as they pushed their weapons against one another, "or this 'scumbag' might take you down again".
Jane's words had barely left her mouth before she swung at him again, dislodging her hand and making Seth lose his balance, just to clash at him once more, with the upper hand this time.
"I-I won't lose..!" Seth groaned, now seeing Jane's blades from a much closer distance. He gritted his teeth, baring his short fangs as the baton pressed more and more towards his own neck. For a training, Jane sure wasn't going easy against him, but he knew that was partly his fault for asking her to go all out on him.
Without much room to think, Seth let his instinct decide for him. He clenched both his hands around his weapon, trying to double his push's strength. Jane only smirked down at him. "So naive…"
What did she mean by that? What was wrong this time? Seth couldn't figure it out at first, but it took him a mere second to realize and repent his recent decisions.
"J-Jahane!" He gasped in surprise, flinching as he felt her tail poking at his side once, twice, thrice… "W-wahait, this is cheheating!"
"And what sort of villain plays by the rules, kitty?" She smirked, seeing his nose scrunch up as she traced a path up to his armpit, poking the soft spot between the muscles. With a loud, giggly squeal, Seth's arms faltered — just the opening she was looking for.
"A-aha— agh!"
Thud.
'Damn it', he thought, feeling the cool ground against his back. He slowly opened his eyes, faced with Jane's amused grin and the sharp, razor-like edge of the tip of her tail inches from his face. He let out a small whimper as he tried to move, feeling her grip around one of his hands and the weight of her knee pinning down the other.
"If I was a real villain, kitty," she purred, reaching out for his neck with her free hand, "you'd have a big problem right now…"
"I-I know," Seth muttered in a rush, tilting his chin up as he felt her grip hovering over his throat, her thumb brushing slightly against his Adam's apple. "But that was—"
"Nah-ah," she interrupted, pressing a finger down against his lips, "it's your fault for leaving yourself open like that. I thought you'd have understand it by now," her eyes moved, scanning his body, "maybe I should make it clearer?"
"H-huh?" He blinked, confused. What did she— oh. Oh. "W-wait, ms. Jahane, you dohon— ahAHA! NAHAhahat thahAHAt! It tihihickles!"
"My, and you're giving in just like that?" She clicked her tongue, feigning a serious tone to make her scolding more convincing while she tickled under his stretched out arm, letting her nails gently, but quickly, glide over his sensitive skin. "Now you just told me exactly how to torture you, kitty."
"B-Buhut- AHAha, t-thihis wahahasn't p-part ohof the trahahaining!" He laughed brightly, kicking his feet behind her and squirming as much as her grip allowed him to. He felt his strength flowing out of him with the laughter, his muscles growing useless the more she tickled him.
"But it should've been," she retorted, scratching a little harder and making his giggles raise a pitch. "If some bad guy wanted, I bet he could get all of our reports out of you just with this. We need to put you under some intensitve resistance training, kitty…"