Asneldean sat with Yolanda and Micky while announcing a who’s who of all the contestants and their masters. It was something that even Yolanda didn’t know and was making her internal gossip cringe. How could this bitch step on her territory of gossip and be more informed. As if reading her mind, which she might, Asneldean was well known for having many esoteric powers and empath, the safer telepath… path, might just be one of them, Asneldean smirked at Yolanda. Yolanda almost blew up in her face, but her disciple and grand disciples were here. And Asneldean knew all of this, and was doing it on purpose, and wondering how she could take more advantage.

Yolanda swore at her that she would have her revenge. Asneldean just smirked wider already half way to a cheshire grin sending mental, but not [Mental], signals along the lines of ‘Child, you’re a thousand… 29 and ¾ years too early’. Yolanda sent back with a smirk of her own ‘Ha! Maybe I’m a few thousand more than a thousand years to early you mil...’ The smirk faltered back down a little and Asneldean’s eyes interrupted Yolanda ‘Now now, and old bag like you shouldn’t spout secrets and untruths, it’ll give you more wrinkles and get you killed.’

While the two old bats were battling it out with non verbal attacks, Asneldean with her battle smirk, Yolanda with her… is that a constipated face? It looks kinda like a constipated face? Anyway, Micky was still getting the rundown while the two were making kissy faces at each other, (These are not kissy faces you bastard author!) (Oh get a room you two!).

As Micky was listening he was getting more and more worried. Each of these kids was either some rare talent scoured from the far reaches of some place he has never heard of that began with the words ‘far’ or they were talents that were scoured from ‘distant’ places and trained since young, or both. And that was just the disciples of the disciples, possibly even a generation or two after even that. Micky on the other hand just had his girls from within the city that he didn’t spend any money on to receive extras or better chances and potentials within their classes.

It was looking like he was severely outclassed and outgunned. Even Yolanda wasn’t going to support him and instead had disciples of her own to battle him with. To say he was a bit stressed was an understatement and he was worried that his own trump cards may not be enough. It seemed his handicap of being able to buff his own kids may have well been warranted.

Looking out he also found the 105th and the 42nd. The 105th was much like her description, she looked like a gorilla. At least you could kinda still tell she was a woman in spite of her massive arms, protruding brow and jaw and short stubby legs. Because she had very floppy breasts and apparently didn’t believe in bras. Not the fun floppy, but the deflated floppy kind too.

As for the 42nd, Micky wasn’t sure if she was worse or better. Had she not been standing next to her master he would have taken her for and exceptionally pretty/handsome man. Her face was alright, it could belong to either gender and was fairly effeminant but androginous. However, if he had to discribe her body, she would be called square and flat. She had no chest, fine, but she also had no effeminate defining features, and she didn’t have the excuse of being non-human either!

Then there were their personalities. This was where 105 held the advantage over 42. Because the 105th was like a strict barbarian warrior, but still had a sweet side, promising candy and things to her kids. But 42 was swearing and barreting her kids like a drill instructor crossed with a drunken sailor with zero femininity. And not the ‘she isn’t acting like a girl’ femininity, but the ‘that right there is a dude’ kind. If he hadn’t known, he would have pegged her as a man, a very aggressive man with zero personality and redeeming traits from the way she acted and her posture alone.

“Welp, I’ll let you use that staff until after I’ve won, but then you have to hand it over. From the looks of it you’ve already birthed a nascent house spirit inside but it is still gestating.” Said Yolanda. She and Asneldean seemed to have come to an agreement. And that was to meet on the battlefield and solve their petty differences there.

Micky got up and went down to the battlefield, or well field really. He was nervous but he wouldn’t let that stop him because… why was he doing this again? It seemed Yolanda just excepted a challenge for him on his behalf while drunk and now he had to fight it out.

While Micky was away Asneldean and Yolanda figured it was time for some real wagers. “So I’ve heard of a secret realm that hasn’t been taken over by the clanners yet. It’s from a near realm so the rules are the same yet it also has abundant resources for those from the 1st and second tier. I could sell this to the clanners for immense wealth after the brats have gone around to plunder it.” Started Yolanda.

“Ahh, but I know of a ruin from the last empire that is around here. It’s at the level of a small village, plenty of valuables. It was recently resurfaced and will be around for a few more decades and within reach before it disappears again.” Stated Asneldean.

Micky was oblivious to all of this but he found himself and the kids training up with warm ups. He had been commanding soldiers this entire time and could easily predict the needs of anyone but the girls hadn’t had the pleasure of his buffs yet. Speaking of, they had grown a lot.

Jezebel the [secretary] was the front liner wielding a [Battle Pen] and [Defending Tomb]. She had on a plated maid outfit that was a mix of cloth and plate reinforcement. There was also some black flexible leather reinforcement in areas that needed to move but also needed to have some protection. She was the most heavily kitted out as she was the frontliner. Micky felt sorry for the girls since he wasn’t able to spend large amounts on them, only sponsor them like he did with his adventurer teams. But they weren’t meant for him to protect, but to protect and serve him anyway, so he hardened his heart, and then broke again when he saw the war faces on the other girls.

Marry the [Witch] was also wearing a black maids outfit, however, hers did not have any white parts. In fact it was simply black and blacker. She held a gnarled black wooden staff that looked like the arm of a triant, it wasn’t, but that’s what it looked like. It seemed that Marry had gotten quite pale as time went by from the dark energies that now flowed through her. She wants to eventually make the switch from a [Dark Witch] to a [Light Witch] and focus on healing energies. However, at the moment she is focused on being the magic DPS with some moderate emergency healing when needed. But so far they have relied on potions because it is quicker, easier, and more efficient.

Lastly, Brightfur the [Beastial Shaman] was wearing the least clothing. With her outfit showing so much you could see her namesake bright shiny fur all over her body. Micky was surprised Mrs. Dodderson let her go out like that, it was practically scandalous. Micky himself wasn’t sure he wanted her to go out like that, the other two were properly covering almost every square inch of skin. Nevermind that almost all the contestants were in togas and the ones that weren’t were wearing even less. Some of the contestants and adults, men or women, weren’t even wearing tops and only had a small leather loincloth to protect their crotch area.

Anyway, Brightfur was wearing a truly beastial outfit. Micky could only assume it was taken from her conquests as a part of a [Skill] and hoped the outfit would expand to the rest of her body. He couldn’t imagine if the outfit was any smaller then it was now, and made him go slightly pale just thinking about it. The outfit was made from what looked like mismatched leather, though it was mostly systematically and symmetrically patterned so as to look esthetically pleasing. There was a leather skirt with strips of furred beast hide next to leather and a particularly soft looking furred critter’s hide in the center for decoration. She had a hide tank top on the upper portion of her body with cute furry hide boots. Her fur was braided into a pattern that he could not discern but it was esthetically pleasing and the yarn used seemed to be hair from her conquests. Speaking of conquests, it seemed she had placed bits of tooth or claw throughout the outfit attached symmetrically and patterned, but wearever she could place them. For her weapons she had some bronze claws made and had two short one handed maces at her waist. She filled the role of mid ranged/melee DPS.

Abigale played the role of scout in their four women team but wasn’t as suited to team fights and was thus sitting out and acting as a sub member. She wasn’t much of a combatant anyway, and mostly dealt with assasination when she did. It wasn’t really conducive to the arena set up...