The Azra-El Series Ch. 19

"Yep. From the Pixie Princess herself," Blaze replied, jumping into the arena.

Dohna pulled out a small rotella as she flew into the arena. Her wings were dual-colored, lime green at the wing shoulder and yellow towards the wing tips.

The duelists gave each other a formal ama and quickly separated.

As soon as the umpire started the fight, Dohna pulled out the weapon that was wrapped around her waist like a belt. She whipped it, sending a crystalline crack of steel through the air. Soon, she began to twirl it, quickly building up speed, until the flexible blade was going so fast that it created a translucent dome of silver in front of her.

Blaze was a little perturbed. The sharp and flexible blade seemed unpredictable and dangerous, and the mere fact that Dohna didn't hurt her own limbs while twirling it impressed him.

Her wings were also in perfect sync with her blade, making him wonder how much time the angel must have invested in mastering such a weapon.

But, could the harmony between the body and weapon persist if I intercept the weapon?

On Earth, Blaze had some experience with the nunchaku. They looked awe-inspiring and dangerous while being twirled around, but it was difficult to maintain their momentum after contact with a solid object.

In the hands of an expert, the nunchaku could be effective against multiple unarmed opponents, but he had never been convinced of their efficacy while facing an armed opponent. The urumi seemed similar.

Deciding to test out Dohna's capabilities, Blaze charged in with his needle.

The seven-foot long whip-blade slashed at him as soon as he came into its range. He raised his needle and blocked it.

Dohna's drifted forwards as she swung, and when her blade clashed against his weapon, it curved around his needle to make its way towards his head.

Blaze hastily beat his wings backwards, narrowly avoiding being hit. If the tip of the blade had hit him in the head, his body reinforcement would have weathered it, but he would have lost points.

There were a few ways for the victor of the duels to be decided. One was based on points, which were given according to the effectiveness of the blows the duelists landed on each other. If a clear victor did not emerge by the end of fifteen minutes, the duelist with the most points was declared the winner.

One could also win by simply overwhelming an opponent with power. This was left to the referee's and the duelist's discretion.

The final way was to send one's opponent out of bounds, but this was tricky to achieve, considering that the arena was quite large.

Dohna pulled back her sword, and her wings skipped a tiny beat to allow for the weapon to go back into its revolutions. The movement was intuitive, and Blaze saw no sign of a conscious decision in her eyes.

He carefully watched the movements of the blade before charging in again. The weapon came from his left, and Blaze whipped out his left hand to try and catch the blade with his gauntlet.

He managed to wrap his fingers around it, but Dohna yanked her hand back, and the blade screeched its way out of his grip.

Blaze let go of her blade and chucked his needle at her face.

Dohna had heard about the Fury throwing his spear at his opponent in his earlier match. However, she did not expect him to do it twice, and not with a Txiki needle.

Txiki needles were excellent piercing weapons, but they were not made to be thrown. Moreover, Blaze's needle was blunted with a rounded cap.

However, the surprise factor made Dohna cringe. The needle missed her face, but it pierced through the top of her left wing.

She let out a stifled cry of pain, but she held her wits about her.

Aahna, spectating the match from below, facepalmed. "Why do I even bother?"

"He better hope that Siofra does not hear of this. She will roll him over and spank him if she hears about how he is treating her precious needle," Elyssa laughed.

With a needle in her wing, Dohna hovered precariously in the air. However, she was ready for Blaze. Her weapon motionlessly hung by her side, waiting for him to make a move.

Without a weapon in hand, Blaze couldn't charge in.

"You were supposed to go down to that!" he cried, exaggeratedly. "Why am I so unlucky? That's twice today that my clever plan has failed. What are the odds?"

Dohna simply glared at him with narrowed eyes. Unlike his earlier opponent, there was no lapse in her concentration.

Blaze considered chucking his gauntlets at her humorless face, but even as a joke, it didn't seem like a good idea. Getting rid of his only defense for a Hail Mary maneuver did not seem wise. Moreover, Thyra was watching from below, and he didn't think she'd like it.

He retreated and began to materialize a weapon.

Dohna was no slouch. She knew when she had an advantage. She pulled the needle out of her wing, chucked it aside, and raced towards him. However, Blaze was not so easy to catch. He dove down and dive-glided out of her reach.

After putting some distance, he turned around to his opponent and stuck out his tongue to blow her a raspberry. "You can't catch me," he taunted in a sing-song manner, while circling around the edges of the arena.

"I am ashamed to be seen as the same age as her," Aahna announced. "Big Sis Elyssa, please tell me she is, like, five."

"It is classified information. Anyway, you know he is not always like this. He is just having fun."

The others seemed to disagree. They were even more astonished by the fact that Elyssa thought that "he isn't always like this".

Blaze traipsed around the field, concentrating on the energy projection in his hands. Finally, he turned around to display his new weapon.

"'Hose-Chaku'," he named the ingenious three-foot-long energy hose. "Meh. I don't like that name. Let's call 'em 'Blaze-chakus'," he declared, before beginning to twirl it in his hands.

"Do you expect that to work?" Dohna finally spoke, unable to reign in her puzzlement. Her voice was a little higher than Blaze expected, but it wasn't unpleasant.

The weapon that Blaze manifested looked ridiculous, but the way he twirled it looked practiced. Energy weapons collapsed if they lost contact with skin or some sort of a conductor, thus the fact that the Blaze-chaku didn't disappear as it rapidly switched between his hands, meant that Blaze knew what he was doing.

"Tsk. What do you know? You may not be aware, but my mastery of the hose has earned me the title Blaze Lee. Moreover, your weapon can only be used in one hand. Mine needs two! That inherently makes it better."

"Go, Blaze! Two hands are better than one!" Azalea's voice boomed.

He charged towards his opponent once more. "Watch out, or you might take a hose in the face," he warned her, like the gentleman he was.

Dohna remained unaffected. She watched him until he was in range, before sending her urumi at him.

Blaze was waiting for it. He used the flexibility of the hose to slap away the tip of her blade. It was a risky move, but it somehow made contact.

As the blade ricocheted away from him, he tried to get inside Dohna's guard to grapple her down, but the angel was ready for it. She fluttered back and up, as she revolved the blade over her head to bring it back to slice at him.

This time, his nunchaku missed. The blade hit him in the chest, even as he tried to back away. His body reinforcement weathered the blow, but he lost points.

He came to a hover to think over his moves. The Blaze-chaku weren't as effective as he had theorized. The angels weren't as good as the Pixies in back-and-forth movements, but Dohna seemed to have developed that skill with practice. It worked well with her weapon, whose main strength seemed to be keeping enemies at bay. Moreover, he was still wary of the dirk at her hip.

So, Blaze ran away again. Circling around the arena, he began to think. Dohna wisely chose to go back to the center and wait for him. She already realized that she couldn't catch him, so there was no point in chasing after him and wasting her energy.

Should I just use the dash? The Swift Wing Dash was a move he was saving for Nikolett. No.

He glanced at his hose and another bright idea came to his mind.

Tweaking the energy makeup of his hose, he made it thinner and more flexible. Then, he knotted it in the middle. Testing it, he was satisfied with its strength. Slowly, he began adding more knots.

Dohna simply watched. She trusted her own defensive ability with the urumi, and she was more than happy to win the match with a simple point lead.

Noticing his opponent's inaction, Blaze came to a halt and began to make his rope-chain longer.

"Don't worry," he made casual conversation as he knotted. "I am a gentle-angel. In the name of chivalry, I shall not make my chain longer than your urumi."

Dohna didn't bother to respond.

"By the way, how long is your whip?"

"Seven feet."

"You may have to wait a bit then... Anywhoo, how is the weather in Lanoan?"

"Pleasant."

"That's nice. D'Warka is way too humid for my tastes. Thankfully, we don't sweat. Imagine how awful that'd be. All grimy and sticky. Ugh. It's simply not my thing. I wonder how sweaty creatures bear it.

"Also, are there like lotsa' cool grasslands with horses running around in your country? Are you like a nomad-monk-warrior or something? That'd be cool."

"Yes."

He continued to nonchalantly chat as he tied his knots. It took him almost ten minutes to finish the entire chain.

"Just a bit more. One knot here on this end and another knot here. Oops, I almost collapsed the whole thing right then. Wanna compare our sizes?"

"I do not care."

"Suit yourself," he shrugged, clutching the end of his chain and twirling it to test its stability. It took him a lot of focus and energy to build and maintain its form, making it no longer possible for him to use the dash in that match.

"I must warn you," he continued, swirling the chain over his head. "Blaze Rider is very stronk. Vroom vroom."

Suddenly, he shot towards her with the chain coiling over his head like a long-ass serpent. He twirled it twice over his head, before bringing it down on her.

The end of the chain-whip clashed against her shield with a loud clang, and the next moment, her Urumi sought out Blaze's head. He swiveled to the side and took her sword with his reinforced wing. Spinning around, he brought the chain back to whip at her from the side, only to once again be met by her shield.

It seemed like his opponent had not only trained to fight with an urumi, but also against one. Blaze pulled the chain back into his hands and ran away.

As he flew away from Dohna, he surreptitiously affixed one of the ends of the chain to the knob at the wrist of his right gauntlet. Grabbing the other end with his left hand, he swerved around to once again face his opponent.

He charged at her like before, but came to a sudden halt, wearing a look of great surprise on his face.

"Oh look," he said, pointing to the sky behind her, "Is that Nikolett Lovag in a Night Angel costume?"

Dohna couldn't control herself from glancing back. That's when he acted. He twirled the chain and threw his gauntlet at her feet.

The Lanoan reacted quickly, but luck was finally on Blaze's side. The chain and gauntlet twisted around her ankle and locked itself in place. The alarmed angel whipped her Urumi at him, but Blaze simply weathered it with his energy reinforcement.

"Surprise," he grinned, in a deep, gravelly voice.

She tried to hit him again, but Blaze tugged and dragged her as he rapidly flew towards the arena's perimeter. She tried to resist, but Blaze was physically stronger, and he was already in control. He dove down and glided back up, building up angular momentum as he charged towards the end of the arena.

He barrel-rolled twice before reaching the perimeter. Gliding upwards, he yanked the chain with a hefty grunt, letting go at the perfect moment and sending Dohna tumbling out of bounds.

"Match decided. Victory: Blaze Er Lokra," the referee called out.

Dohna managed to control her descent before she crashed to the ground on her feet. She dazedly looked up at the umpire and then at Blaze.

"Sorry," Blaze called out to her. "I had to win," he said, before turning around and flying back to his camp.

"You could have played that a lot safer," Aahna said, annoyed. "What if that gauntlet did not connect?"

"It was a gamble, Aahna. I cannot afford to show my cards, yet. I can afford to lose a match in the group stage, but I cannot lose to Nikolett," he replied with a seriousness that was in stark contrast to the silliness he had displayed a few moments earlier.

Aahna sighed in exasperation, but she seemed satisfied that he was taking things seriously.

"Good fight, Ms. Blaze," Fiora praised him curtly, as they walked out of the arena. "There is a party tomorrow at the Malakim Sanctuary. Most of the participants from the top academies of the HU will be attending. It is not mandatory, but your presence will be expected. As a guest of D'Warka, it will be impolite for you to not attend."

"Oh drat!" At least I won't have to wear a skirt again.

***

When Blaze returned to the hotel, he found someone familiar waiting at the lobby along with Jie Er.

"Mon Flynn!" he gasped, rushing to the senior angel. Aurnia Flynn, Rebecca's mother, was dressed in loose purple robes that barely hung off her buxom breasts.

"What are you doing here?" Blaze asked, stopping in front of her.

"I wished to watch you at the tournament," she smiled. "I am sorry that I missed your first day. I was supposed to travel together with Rebecca, but she has been delayed."

"Will she be able to make it here before the tournament ends?"

Aurnia took his hands and drew him to her bosom. "I hope so. Also, I would prefer if you just call me 'granny'. You really do resemble my daughter," she said, gazing into his eyes and stroking the side of his head.

Blaze was a little surprised by her intimacy, but he slowly settled down between her cleavage, taking in her sweet lavender perfume.

"Shall we catch up over dinner?" Aurnia suggested.

"Granny, I must meet up with Agatha for the opening of her store. I only came back to inform Jie Er of the result of my match..." Blaze said.

"It is alright, dear. Go have fun. I can wait. I also wish to spend some time with your mother," Aurnia laughed jovially. "Maybe you can come and sleep with me tonight? I can tell you stories in bed."

Blaze was sold at the mere mention of stories.

oOo

That night, Blaze changed into his night clothes, gave Jie Er a good night kiss, and walked over to Aurnia's room.

His knock was quickly answered by Aurnia, and she beckoned him inside. Her deep crimson hair was down and free, framing her mature face. She was wearing a short purple negligee with one sleeve barely hanging onto her shoulder. Thick, red mascara highlighted her magenta eyes while her crimson red lips immediately drew his attention. It could be said that Aurnia was a more mature and curvier version of Rebecca, but it only added to her charm.

Does she always dress this way for bed?

"Stories, or do you wish for something else?" she asked him, closing the door behind them.

"Stories," Blaze told her. He was aware of her beauty and knew that if he didn't keep himself under check, they might end up doing something he'd regret forever.

"Alright then, hop in!" she replied, walking over to the bed and gesturing to him to join her.

Soon, the two angels were cozied up as Aurnia pulled Blaze closer to her bosom and began to tell her tale. Blaze was a little uncomfortable with the intimacy at first but became more relaxed as Aurnia's stories grabbed his full attention. Tired from a day of excitement, he began to nod off halfway through her story and was soon fast asleep against her chest. Aurnia tucked him under the covers and went to sleep beside him.

"Do you like playing with them?" Rebecca asked, as Blaze squeezed one of her orbs with his hand.

"Auntie, why do they feel bigger than usual?" Blaze replied.

He woke up with a jolt as he realized where he was and who was sleeping next to him. He quickly withdrew his hand from Aurnia's chest as if it burned.

You idiot! What do you think you're doing?!?

Aurina lay asleep on her back and Blaze found himself curled up against her side, with his head resting on her right arm, which wrapped around his back till his waist, tightly holding him against her body. His right leg lay draped over her stomach.

Her negligee was precariously low on her body and Blaze was acutely aware that if it fell any lower, he would get an eyeful of her bare breasts.

Close your damn eyes, you fool! Becky will kill ya if you did anything with her mother! Her mother! a voice screamed in his head.

A small peek wouldn't hurt, another voice in his head argued.

The voices in his head were locked in a heated argument as his leg on Aurnia unconsciously shifted and pulled the hem of her negligee higher, almost to her hip, baring her smooth skin for his eyes to feast upon.

The second voice won.

He moved his hand over Aurnia's midriff and cautiously picked up the cloth between his fingers. He gave it a gentle tug and the silken garment slid down her nipple, exposing her heavy, glorious mounds.

Hela's damned butt! I am so, so dead.

Due to Aurnia's usual choice of attire, her chest always held a tan. However, her breasts were a pale creamy white, and her nipples were a wonderful pale pink. Her breasts were not as firm as Rebecca's, but they were bigger.

Blaze couldn't stop himself from placing his palm on the bare skin of her breast above her right nipple and giving it a squeeze. She was so warm, soft, and incredibly squishy that his fingers felt like they were digging into a massive marshmallow.

Must... squeeze... more...

He started out gently and tentatively, but soon, his fingers got addicted to the feeling. He tried to feel her breast fully, but it was so big in his hand that it overflowed out of his hand. He moved his hand to the underside of her tit and slowly started to massage his way to her rosy nipple.

Maybe, this is worth the spanking that I'm gonna get when Aunt Becky learns of this. He continued to play with her nipple until it was a small pointer in his hand.

"Are you having trouble sleeping, dear?"

The unexpected voice gave Blaze such a fright that he jumped in the bed and pulled his hand away as fast as he could. He glanced up to meet Aurnia's magenta eyes. There was no disapproval in them, only a strange light, whose meaning he couldn't unravel.

"Er... I am sorry. Maybe it's because of the tournament. I feel a little restless," he defended his actions as a flush crept up his cheeks.

Aurnia sat up on the bed and fixed her negligee. "Come," she said, taking his arm, "I know just the thing to let you relax and help you fall asleep."

Blaze let himself be dragged out of the bed, but he came to a sudden stop when he realized where they were headed. Aurnia had her eyes on the tub at the back corner of the room.

"Granny, I can't. I mean, I don't want to," he said, pulling back.

Aurnia looked back at him strangely before something seemed to click in her mind. "If you are worried about your unnaturality, I already know about it. You do not have to hide it from me," she said, pulling him towards the tub.