Match 02: Diandra vs Rinko 02-03 (Patreon)

Impeccable discipline - even in times of fear, trepidation and hardship - are things not lost upon kunoichi, and Rinko herself has long since steeled herself for combat through meditation of the deepest order, cleansing her mind the same way a blade is sharpened to a hair-splitting edge.

She opens her eyes, taking in the wickedly sweet scent of Diandra's perfume, the scent of deceivingly saccharine flowers that also have the benefit of creating the deadliest of poisons. A scent that lures many to their dooms.

The dark elf, in all her confidence, stares her opponent down in contempt, but the lustful desire in her eyes are not lost either.

"Such a young morsel you are," She purrs sultrily, eyeing the kunoichi's cleavage shamelessly. "Just past the brink of young adulthood, such ravishing vitality, such supple flesh and skin. I am going to enjoy you...and more."

Rinko remains utterly unmoved - unflattered and unbent.

"I am more than aware of your kind's incessant need for carnal desires..." Rinko looks up and smiles back. "But your lust does not shake me, for it is nothing to me. We will fight, and I will be sure to end you swiftly."

The tension in the room is as sharp as the many daggers hidden around it, and both women take soft, needy breaths as they leave the room without another word, walking to the per-arranged fighting arena...