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Sounds fair to me.

[ Geralt had gathered Ren was no ordinary girl before, sure she was a Northener and therefore harder and cooler than most folk, but it wasn't just that. Now that he had his Wolf head amulet back, he'd have to see if it trembled in her presence. ]

Got it. And am I not to let anyone who of our little meeting?

[ What he wants to know is, is he supposed to keep the fact they're fucking a secret, or just how strong she is? He would have smirked if he knew he'd made a tough girl like her blush. Best he doesn't know. ]

Might have to try it, see if I like your reaction.

[ And that's where the communication from Geralt's side ends. The next time Ren will hear from him, it would be in person. At the doors to the Dojo where he unlaced his boots and stepped in. Dressed in a casual navy blue tunic shirt, open of course, and a pair of tight black cotton trousers. His hair was partly tied back in a small bow, the rest hanging down around his shoulder, well within pulling range if Ren felt so inclined. ]

Seems like a good place for an ambush.

[ He muttered as he walked into the room. ]

I'm not bothered about that part of it.

[She trusted his discretion on that part. Ren made no secret of going out to meet up with some and it was just expected for a young Fionn to go out and sow her wild oats wherever she pleased. As long as she wasn't getting involved with other Garou, it was nobody's business but hers.

Ren had given him a fair warning. Whatever happened from here was down to how far he wanted to push his luck. Once primal urge took over, there was a limited amount she could do to control herself. He was just lucky it wasn't a full moon yet.

The dojo was lit and open because Ren was already there by the time he got there. This time, she's slightly different, even without full access to her powers Ren had been a reasonably strong young woman who could have beaten most. With full access to her Gaia-given gifts, there was an unsettling edge to her that hadn't been there before. A natural strength and primal fear factor that would scare away most humans in her presence. An ahroun in her natural habitat was a dangerous and awe-inspiring thing.]

Aye, but it'd be real fuckin' stupid to ambush you in a place with this many weapons. If I wanted to kill you it'd be in the bath or when you were sleepin'. [It was stated matter of factly as Ren uncurled herself from her meditation position on the soft dojo floor. Meditation was essential for remaining connected to Gaia.

Ren had made an effort for a change. If she was going to drag him all the way out here in the middle of the night, the least she could do was give him something to pretty to look at while they were fighting. Which for her amounted to putting on one of the dresses in her wardrobe that still allowed her to move freely in a fight and putting actual makeup on.] Not that I'm plannin' on that.

[ Ren looked different. Not that Geralt was complaining, he liked it, had never seen her in a dress and makeup before, which had him smirking a little. Had she gone to all that trouble for him? He was flattered. Letting out a laugh as she made her comment about the weapons. She was smart as well as strong and attractive, a deadly combo really. ]

Wise. Though, I'm confident I could flee if needs be. Not that I'm gonna, or wanna.

[ The Witcher made his way over to be closer, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck before stretching his arms out and snapping his knuckles. ]

Be a shame to mess up that pretty dress you go there. Sure you wanna do this? I ain't gonna hold back once we get going.

[Ren brought herself to her feet, unfolding and straightening herself out. Her wrists and fingers were wrapped with sparring tape - no need to bleed unnecessarily on the dojo matt - and she was warmed up and ready to fight.]

Be a shame to wear something pretty for you to not mess it up. [If it ripped, whatever, it was hot in the heat of the moment rather than irritating. And not that she needed to tell him but naturally Ren has stashed a bag of spare clothes for the walk of shame later. She was used to clothes not coming out the other side.]

I'd be really pissed off if you wasted my time by holding back. [And she'll shift to her natural fighting stance, putting her weight onto her backfoot and raising her hands.] You ready?

[ That's a good point... Though The Witcher had never bound his knuckles, he was used to bleeding out all over the place, it's not like he cared. ]

Well then. If you insist.

[ Amused and a little aroused by the comment about messing her pretty dress up, after all, Geralt had a habit of ruining nice things, he was going to enjoy this. ]

Like I said. I'm not gonna hold back once we get going. Speaking of which, let's.

[ Smirking at the stance she took, seeing it as an invitation as he came running toward her at full speed! Ducking low at the last moment looking to tackle her by wrapping his arms around the back of her knees. ]

[Ren had said she wasn't going to hold back and she had no intentions of doing so. Her battle sense honed in the moment that the Witcher set off into his run, watching his movements for what to expect. But then the bastard changed course in the nth hour and-- well, if ever there was time to use her gifts it was now.

Hares Leap was a fantastic gift from her Fianna ancestors that allowed her, the moment Geralt came in close to leap straight into the air and with just one hand to post herself on his shoulder, jumped straight over his head with ultimate ease. She reeled around and threw a sharp kick at his back.]

[ It's what he does. The Wolf shaped amulet that he always wore around his neck was proof he was from a renowned Witcher school; The School of the wolf. They admired the beasts, thought like them, and fought like them too. Hence his speed and agility upon changing direction mid-fight.

Geralt hadn't been expecting her to be able to move like that though. he was impressed, if not a little confused by it. Ren was no ordinary human, he could tell that right off the bat, his amulet needn't even trembled to alert him of such, it was clearly obvious. ]

Neat little trick tha-aah!

[ Groaning as he was kicked in the back, skidding on his feet, doubled over as his palm scraped across the floor to slow him. Oh if only he had his Witcher Signs right now, he could have really messed with her. But he doesn't so he can't. Instead, Geralt walks calmly over towards her, peeling his shirt from his torso, topless with fists up close to his head, clearly indicating he wanted to throw a few blows. ]

No point in pussyfooting around with a game of tag. Let's get serious...

No? Thought you were goin' to give me a real fight, Geralt? Can't do that if you can't even keep up with me.

[Taunting is typical of her, but, she was never above needling people if it meant she got a better fight out of them. Ren shifted into a close fighting stance, hands up and ready to deflect a strike if he chose to lash out first. Her stance was careful, indicative of someone who had been trained to remain on her feet, no matter how hard a blow might be, weight kept low and center of gravity carefully maintained.]

Just sizing you up, sweetheart.

[ He chipped back in, sounding cocky with a little extra spice in his tone. Geralt copied her stance, bouncing on his toes, more nimble than he looked. Though, the Witcher might have been cheating juuuust a little bit, using his heightened senses to feel the room for her heartbeat, waiting until it was at its slower thumbs, hoping that's when she was most relaxed before lunging towards her, fists lashing out in different directions.

When a few of them scuffed past her face or even landed on her, he'd take the opportunity to dazzle her and get in nice and close, so that he was ready to pounce! ]

[A few things were painfully apparent when facing Ren head on.

That was was literally born and bred to fight. Everything from the lithe way she moved to the strength of her deflections was utterly instinctive and honed from strict training. She gave ground to allow her to block strikes as they came, having to dodge and weave out of the way with increasing speed until she feinted the wrong way and Geralt landed a fair blow.

Which, by the way, fucking ow.]

[ Oh, don't think Geralt hadn't noticed! Ren was a fucking delight to fight! It had been a while since someone was able to keep him thinking fast on his feet. She even got a few smirks out of his as he blew an errant hair out of his face.

There was more here, the Witcher was sure of that. She wasn't usual or normal in the slightest. Sure, she might have passed for it, but fighting with her now? Geralt got to experience it first hand.

Ha. The look on her face. Perfect. Chuckling, a little cocky as he shook his fist, it hurt him too, so lord only knows how that must have felt. Then again, she was still standing... Just how fucking strong was she anyways. Geralt sucked in a breath before moving to attempt a tackle on her, managing to get behind her, now he just needed to grab and overpower her. After all, she wanted to feel the strength of someone who could pick her up and toss her about right? ]

[How fucking strong was she? Geralt was about to find out.

Ren's attempt to evade his grab through some clever grappling went quickly wrong as she ended up getting caught around the waist and twisting uncomfortably. Getting frustrated with her own poor battle plan Ren gave a growl that emanated from deep in her chest.

Right. Fuck this.

No shirt to grab onto meant that she had to go slightly dirtier than she would have liked to. It wasn't honourable but she was struggling to grapple him. Ren used the full advantage of her strength to post off the floor, sweeping his leg and sending both of them falling backward, forcing Geralt with her so that he landed hard with her weight ontop of him. She had to break that hold somehow.

Which meant throwing her head back to crack against his jaw.]

[ Slippery little shit, isn't she?!

As she twisted and bent around him, Geralt locked his arms in tight, crossed across the wrists, pulling her flush against his body. Her writing back grinding his pressing crotch and torso.

Okay, so what if he was a little aroused by all of this? The kid could not only take a punch but throw them too, and now? Now she was displaying to the Witcher just how bendy and flexible so was. It was incredibly hot...

Feeling an opening as they squirmed and struggled just after being knocked to the floor. Geralt pressed his mouth against the nape of her neck. A grunt of a moan passed her flesh as the Witcher gave a small testing bite, followed by a kiss shortly after. His hands pawed as he tried to keep her in his grasp, only heavily they groped at her chest, the top of her thighs. ]

Ugh-- Fuck!

[ Wincing out feeling his head rattle as it hit the floor, the crown of Ren's having jolted his jaw as he hadn't been paying attention. ]

Hmm. A dirty fight is it? Alright.

[ Okay, enough was enough. Geralt rolled them, only just managing to hold onto her. Kneeling between her legs as he frantically tried to block any incoming shots. His goal? To pin those fucking arms up above her head on the floor. ]

Too fucking right it i-- [Ren yelped as she was flipped over.

There was a split second where her willpower waivered because between the bite awakening a very primal element of her and being flipped onto her front; it would be easy to submit at this point, let him pin her arms and let nature take it's course. But it wasn't in her nature to take anything lying down - no pun intended.

And well, there was more than one way to fight dirty. Ren let him take the pin, curving against him, grinding her ass back against his crotch.]

Can't fight proper sportin' that.

[ Geralt chuckled at that little yelp, such a satisfying sound to hear.

Being somewhat suspicious as she seemed to let him pin her without too much of a fight, the Witcher wasn't ready to take any chances. She wanted to be overpowered, pinned down, and fucked after all, didn't she? So, even as she pressed her hips back and started to grind against his clothed arousal, Geralt pressed a heavy hand to the back of her head, pinning her face to the Dojo mat floor by her cheek. ]

Hm. Can't can I? Let's do something about that then, huh?

[ With a thrust of his hips, Geralt used to moment to try and knock her off guard, sweeping a hand to grab her by an elbow and tug an arm behind her, before bending it up in a submission hold and pressing it against the small of her back. Leaning back down as he kissed her temple, attempting to push as much of his weight against her, letting her know who was in control here. ]

[There is a split second where Ren considers continuing the fight. Considers the various ways she could snake out of the hold - dislocating a shoulder, one arm-pressing to try and shake him off her, wolfing out and causing an actual problem - but the balance tips when she feels him, warm and solid above her and that famed weak Fianna willpower crumbles to dust. Yeah, she could fight, but this isn't life and death and she doesn't need to go to those extremes.

Her whole body was buzzing with adrenaline and excitement at the prospect of someone who at the bare minimum was an equal combatant if not significantly better than her. Not just physical might but actual skilful combat. Which had no good right being as much of a turn on as it was.

Ren felt the switch in her body from combat alertness to submissively pliant under him, the tenseness in her muscle softening as she canted her hips up towards Geralt, turning her head as much as she was able to in order to bare her neck to him.] Bite my neck. [There's no elegant way of explaining the very wolflike behaviours that the request had sprung from. But what Ren did know was that she needed that in order to be able to cede to him fully. And after a second she added;] Please.

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