My class on Redsday was much better than the previous day’s. Out on the warrior’s practice field, I simply had Battle Training. No “Intro to”, “Beginner’s”, or “Advanced” to it. Warriors, by their very nature, were much simpler beasts than Scholars or Wizards. To them, no matter how advanced or raw you were, if you were out on their field, you were looking for Battle Training.

Heading to the practice field after breakfast, there wasn’t any roll call. No teacher counting students, or asking for introductions. Just some burly bald guy who noticed me standing around nervously wondering what to do.

“Hey bastard!” Looking around left and right, I wasn’t certain he was talking to me. “Yeah you! Pansy ass! Are you here to fight, or are you just too damn stupid to go wherever the hell you belong?”

“I’m here to fight, I think.” I answered Baldy rather meekly. Honestly, his burley ass looked like he could chew me up and spit me out as bubblegum.

“Then getcha pansy ass out here and let’s go!” Glaring daggers, he snorted and kicked at the ground with his feet, like a wild bull.

Cautiously, I slowly walked out on the field and towards the guy.

“So you’re a fisticuffer,” Baldy spat. “Sounds good to me.” With a sudden roar, he rushed and closed the distance between us in an instant. A giant burly fist smeared across the front of my face and I was out cold.

“Damn, Brute, you didn’t kill him, did you?” Nervous laughter echoed weakly from the closest people around.

“Nah. It was just a love tap so the newb doesn’t get a swelled head and think he’s some thing special on his first day,” Brute assured everyone. Turning his back, he called out, “One of you blokes on break fetch a pail of water and a healer. I think I may ‘ve broked his nose though.”

“Uhhh…. What the hell?” Blinking confusedly, several of the folks nearby looked like they’d just saw a zombie rising.

Nose still twisted crooked, it was hard to break when I woke up. Staggering to my feet, Baldy’s back was turned and he was motioning towards a group of students hanging around the water barrel. Anger bubbling up inside me, I dashed to close the few feet between us, and punted between Baldy’s legs as hard as I could, determined to hit a field goal.

“Oh gods!” A litany of moans and groans echoed from the boys watching nearby, as Baldy instantly collapsed face first to the ground.

“Fuck! That hurt my nuts!” Somebody behind me shouted, sounding sickened.

Ignoring them, I jumped forward and kept kicking the shit out of Baldy. A kick to the ass! A stomp on his back. A kick to the ribs. Another kick to the head. Baldy was curled and rolling lightly back and forth, so I stomped and kicked whatever part presented itself for me…

… Right up until Baldy grabbed my ankle, yanked me to the ground, and preceded to beat the shit out of me; at which point, all hell broke lose as my healing ability contested heavily and relentlessly with his “kick my ass” ability.

In the end, we both got so broken and battered, the healers magicked us asleep, dragging us off the field to play doctor on our bodies.

“Madam Rose, I can’t fix this guy’s face! Something’s wrong!” A pouty young beauty of about twelve or thirteen was waving her hands frantically to catch her instructor’s attention. “Madam Rose!”

Another young beauty, looking to be about fifteen or sixteen years old came marching over towards us. Dressed in a rose embroidered white robe, I could see why she got her nickname. “Hiba,” I muffled through my flattened nose.

“Well hello youngster.” Inherently friendly, Madam Rose somehow reminded me of a younger version of Granny. “What seems to be the problem over here today?”

“My magic can’t fix him!” Pouting, the young girl glared back at me as if it was all my fault — which, in a way, I guess it is.

“Of course not,” Madam Rose laughed. “You can’t…”

“Fib whab nob brobben,” I interrupted, finishing for her.

“Exactly!” Madam Rose laughed and gleefully clapped her hands together.

“What?” The young girl apparently didn’t understand the language of busted faces yet.

“It’b nob brobben,” I repeated. “It’b bust bealed brong.”

“Exactly,” Madam Rose agreed again. Apparently she’s very fluent in broken face. Seeing the younger girl’s face wrinkle again in confusion, Madam Rose hugged her gently. “It’s okay Sarah. I’ll explain in a moment.”

Turning her attention to me, Madam Rose laughed and asked, “Do you mind if I round up the others? This should be interesting.”

“Shurb,” I shrugged. “Bits all bite wib meeb.”

Laughing gaily, Madam Rose pulled a whistle out of her pocket and blew it loudly several times. Almost instantly, the sounds of battle stopped as everyone on the field held their weapons and turned their attention towards her. “Break time,” she ordered. “Healers, all of you gather around me. Hurry! Hurry, now!”

Oh great! What a nice way for me not to stand out on my second day here!

Several girls of various ages from ten to young adulthood bounced over and gathered expectantly around us, fidgeting with curiosity, but not daring to say anything, or risk interrupting Madam Rose. Curious, several of the older trainers eased over and stood in a semi-circle around us.

The practice field itself was suddenly eerily quite, until Madam Rose laughed gleefully. “Ladies, guess what we have here today?”

“Arb youb relaybed to Banny Bean?” I eyed Madam Rose very seriously, as a feeling of intense déjà vu filled me with minor dread. I know I’ve heard this exact lecture somewhere before.

Looking back at me, Madam Rose winked and then cackled evilly, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, while everybody else glared at me as if I’d done something wrong. I couldn’t help but sigh pitifully. One again, I felt as if I was somehow falling into trouble not of my own making.

“Ballkicker’s face is pretty well busted,” one of the older warriors guessed. “Is there a bone lodged in his throat or somewhere else really nasty?”

“Nope.” Granny Rose — after that cackle, how could I think of her as anything else now? Granny Rose laughed lightly and put a small delicate hand on my shoulder. “The problem,” she explained, “is that there’s no problem. He’s a self-healer.”

“Welp,” one of the male trainers spat, “I’m outta here.” Turning on his heels, him and most of the other warriors turned to walk away.

“Wusses,” Granny Rose laughed. “One of you be a dear,” she called out behind them, “and go fetch me a hammer.”

Turning her attention back to the girls, she smiled angelically as she told them, “Ladies, today we have to do some breaking before we can do any mending.”

Fuck my life!

The rest of the day was…

Honestly, I don’t know how to describe it after that, except to say, ‘The rest of the day was.’

Fighting was fun, even though I’m nowhere near as skilled as most of the people on the field. In some cases, I was regarded almost hero-like for my strong self-healing ability, by some of the other students. The attention from the girls was phenomenal once again, once they knew I regenerated. Just like the young women hanging around Granny Jean, there were several who were already shamelessly hinting at having a child with me.

This attention — unwanted as it was — was both flattering and damning. A few of the younger guys were now looking up to me, as if it was my god’s-given right to impregnate all the women in the world. A lot of the older boys glared at me and ‘practiced hard so I could grow quick.’

‘Practice hard so I could grow…’ More like, ‘Beat the shit out of him because we’re pissed at the attention he’s getting!’

My whole afternoon was basically me just bouncing from one ass-kicking to another, then off to another — and the only ass getting kicked was mine!

I suppose the best part of the day, once again, was simply when it ended.

Mentally exhausted at the end of class, I staggered into our team room and started stripping just as soon as I made it through the door. Leaving clothes scattered behind, I worked my way to the bathing room. Shutting the door firmly, I turned the heat stones in the tub up as high as they would go, and I eased myself down into the steaming water.

Vapor hung thick in the room, making it feel like a steam sauna, by the time their came a soft knocking on the door. When I didn’t answer, Flames cracked open the entrance and eased inside. “Is everything okay,” was the first words out of her mouth.

In response, I grabbed her wrist and roughly tugged her into the steaming water with me. Squeezing her breasts so hard it made my knuckles hurt, I shoved her back against the side of the tub and kissed her so hard, her lips were bleeding afterwards. “Not a peep out of you,” I ordered, kissing and roughly biting as I worked my way down her neck to her sensitive nipples.

“Lock,” I commanded, as I crossed her arms behind her neck. Once I saw that she couldn’t move them, I turned my attention to forcing her knees wide apart, as I violently alternated between kissing and tugging on her nipples with my teeth.

Violently churning the water with my frustration, I pounded her front relentlessly. Time crawled to a still, as I commanded Flames to, “Orgasm! Again! Harder!”, over and over as I assaulted her. Not a single peep escaped ever escaped from where she tightly clamped her teeth shut, grinding them together under the powerful forces wracking her mind and body.

And finally, after an eternity, the exhaustion my body felt was beginning to unravel the frustration my mind endured. Leaning back to relax, I whispered to Flames, “Your ass feels like it’s on fire, and only a bucketload of my seed inside it will ease the fire. You have my permission to try and put it out,” I told her magnanimously, while reminding her, “but you still can’t unlock your arms and move them.”

Tears in her eyes, Flames turned around and impaled my manhood deep into her anus. Frantically, she pounded her hips up and down, as I stretched back and closed my eyes, thoroughly enjoying the situation.

After another endless period of time, I finally wrapped my arms around Flames once again, and pulled her down tight against me. “You did excellent,” I whispered into her ear, kissing it softly. “Heal and quit hurting,” I ordered gently.

Nuzzling down in my lap, Flames wiggled her ass back and forth until I was as deeply inside her as I usually was when Jewel normally ‘sheathed my blade’. Glancing back over her shoulder, Flames asked me again, “Is everything okay now?”

I don’t know. Is it? Will things ever really be okay again? I gave in to my own frustration and anger, and took it out on an unresisting woman. For the first time, in either of my lives, I felt dirty after sex. Honestly, by all the standards by which I’ve ever held myself, I truly and violently raped Flames.

Julie would be so disappointed in me.

Clinging tightly to Flames in my arms, I cried like a baby. Even if the body heals, the heart and mind can still suffer bruises and breaks.