Here's chapter seven, I hope you like it, remember to comment and vote.

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"I've got a bad feeling about this." Mark whispered to Kyiv as they followed the royal guard through the numerous luxurious corridors, passing by dozens of statues, weapons trophies and warriors.

They did not have their escort with them, for the matron desired to speak solely with Kyiv and Mark, so he was getting slightly edgy.

At least his nose had been treated, and wasn't broken anymore, and his lip stopped bleeding.

"What do you think she wants?" he asked, "Only the gods can know Mark, but her rule is just and honorable; remember all the formal greetings I've taught you and with luck, nothing bad shall await us."

'That really helps a lot' he sighed, hiding his anxiousness.

They finally reached an imposing door, were the stationed guards did a full body search using they're bio masks.

The heavy metal frame of the door split apart when sensing the two's presence.

When he entered, Mark was shocked with what he saw: the matriarch had her mask strapped to her belt, leaving her face uncovered.

That was an extremely rare sight to witness.

But the biggest surprise by far was the presence of another female.

The bands of honor on her tendrils told him that this was the high eldress.

Of course, he and Kyiv bowed, waiting to be acknowledged.

The high matron carefully studied them, "Rise." she spoke.

Mark kept his eyes low, just like the first time he had been in her presence.

Even with his field of view being obscured, he could still see the other female taking a couple of steps towards him.

He would be lying, if he said that he wasn't intimidated by this powerful Yautja, hell, she stood more than a head taller than Kyiv!

"So this is the Pyode Amedha that has garnered your favor?" she questioned, mandibles flaring a little "Calm yourself, mei-jadhi." the older huntress ordered.

Twei Khar composed herself and quickly removed the scent of anger she was emitting, leaving no trace of it.

She then slowly walked around him, lightly touching and examining his body with her clawed fingers, while the matriarch started to discuss with Kyiv, leaving him alone to face this warrior.

Mark felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise up, and tried desperately not to slap her hand away, reminding himself that this was all normal.

He gritted his teeth to stop the yelp that threatened to escape his throat when he felt one of her talons press slightly deeper on a scar that adorned his side.

He realized that she must have smelled his scent because she gave a small click.

Mark knew that she wasn't at all impressed with his physical appearance: his arbitrator friend had explained to him that Yautja would look down on humans because of their soft skin, weak bones and overall inferior strength.

He decided to at least show that he was respectful: "Honored eldress, I ask forgiveness if my presence offended your noble strong figure." he signed with his hands.

The female was taken back, but she did not show it.

"If I had not wished for your presence, you would be already dead, your skull would be mounted on my trophy wall and your body would be food for my hounds." she growled "But there is no honorable reason for me to end your existence..." she stated, the aggressiveness still not leaving her cold voice "... for now."

Then, the high matriarch called them over to the other side of the room, involuntarily defusing the tension of the conversation.

"Unblood Mark, I have much to talk about, now come." and she strode forward, exiting the room without giving him a second glance.

the marine immediately following.

As they passed, Kyiv gave him a nod of encouragement, before turning to the eldress.

The royal guards formed a protective circle around their leader and one of them stuck out her open palm to him.

Mark placed his knife in her palm, and the tall female suddenly let out a low growl.

Strangely enough, the whole group was seemingly more protective of their matriarch than before.

This however caused said huntress to stop and turn around: she flicked her hand and gave a rattle, and the guard holding his knife tilted her helmeted head slightly downwards and took a step back from him.

The walk was then resumed, and Mark was still confused at the sudden action. After climbing flights of stairs they were reached a big open area filled with plants and vegetation.

He realized that they were on top of the pyramid, and the view of the sprawling mega city left him speechless: the city went on for miles and miles, and yet there were incredibly vast green spaces, and lush green of the tropical like forest combined perfectly with the Aztec style stone buildings, creating a beautiful balance.

"Guards, leave us." ordered Guan-Kwei.

She slowly approached the edge of the garden, feeling the cool breeze of the wind, "I know what happened." she started, turning around to face him.

"You are not guilty of any dishonorable actions. But it has come to my attention that this is not the first time it has happened."

"I have decided then, to confine you to your honored mentor's dwelling. In hopes of not having to receive the news of... unpleasant riots."

Mark nodded in understanding "I shall send a guard to escort and protect you at all times, for when you leave the elite's grounds."

"I thank you."

The sky then darkened with clouds, and it started to rain. The warrior didn't move, in fact it seemed that she was enjoying the cold water running down her toned body.

Mark stood there out of respect, but quickly became aware of the fact that his wet loincloth was now clinging to his crotch, rendering his privates "exposed".

His face became red, and the matriarch continued to talk "I understand that you're embarrassed unblood, I don't possess the eyesight you have, but your smell tells me how you're feeling."

He was shocked, "When my loyal protectors threatened you, it was because you were releasing sexual hormones."

Mark immediately dropped to his knees: "Honorable matron, for-" "If you were to be a Yautja, I would have had you castrated and executed for the vile act." she stepped forward, emitting an aura of dominance, until her armored feet came into his view.

"But you are an ooman, and I fully know that it was involuntary; after all: you primates have different breeding times correct?" she asked, rapping her spear, a sign that told him to stand up.

She then looked off to into the distance, clearly in thought.

"The elite arbitrator Kyiv ar'khan told me that your training is progressing well. So much so that he believes you can you take a day off."

"I have decided, that you teach me how to speak you language." she said, in English.

Mark gaped at her for a moment, before being cut off "I believe it is best way, if you agree." and raised her hand to him for a handshake.

"It would be my honor, high matron." Mark replied, placing his hand in her much larger one.

He taught her how to speak more fluently, and in return she taught him how use the yautjan sign language and write better.

She suddenly typed something in her computer wrist, and her guards returned along with a servant who deposited a combi stick in front of Mark.

"I would now enjoy to see spar, for I am curious of your skill now that the arbitrator has trained you." she said, placing her mask on back on her face.

Another female emerged from the bushes, turning off her cloak, and Mark could not lie: she was stunning.

She was even taller than the matriarch, and shared her skin color. He saw her muscles bulging from where the fishnet covered them.

She was incredibly fit, and yet it seemed to only compliment her massive feminine curves.

The huntress was beautiful in his opinion and he focused on something else, trying not to get aroused.

His mind was going at a million miles an hour, he did not find her fade repulsive, it just looked... right, ... perfect.

"I am Mhei r'ka- Guan, a honored warrior of the Fire Skull clan." she announced proudly and nodded to him, and he repaid it with one of his own.

She shed almost all of her armor "Do not hold back." and that was the only warning he got before she leapt forward.

She brought her wrist blades in an downward strike which he blocked with his combi stick, but she kicked him in the chest, sending him sprawling into the muddy ground.

The female didn't let him get up and pressed on with her attack.

The fact that she was using a whip forced Mark to play defensive, and he received a few cuts and lashes, that stung like hell, even though it was still raining.

She was fast, extremely fast for her size, and this was just proof to him of how experienced and trained this huntress was.

'It shouldn't come as a surprise.' he told himself: the many rings and bands of honor on her long dreadlocks told everyone that she was an elite hunter.

She seemed to know his every move, and attacked with a calculating ferocity.

The warrior was brutal and at one point, she broke his spear in half at bashed him to the ground again, sending him next to one of the guards.

He was dirty and bleeding, and yet he still went to get up. 'How much stamina does this lady have?'

He then felt the guard place her hand on him, gently pushing back down.

He appreciated her help but still got back to his feet "I thank you." and looked at his broken spear, he then realized that he could use the two shafts as knifes.

Unbeknownst to him, everyone watching was impressed by his unrelenting willpower and persistence.

Now using his blades, he shifted his fighting style, one that he was familiar with. When he parried her attack, he pushed her back; not an instant later, she was back at attacking him again.

And then, he saw an opening and slashed her arm, cutting her.

Mhei r'ka-Guan looked at her arm and then at him, before letting out a roar lunging forward.

Mark was now slowly turning the tide of battle, wounding her more and more.

For every hit she would give, he would counter just as fiercely.

She was impossibly strong, so he focused on speed and cunning.

Soon, it became clear that they were approaching a stalemate.

Unexpectedly, she threw her weapons to the side and drove her shoulder into his gut, smashing him to the ground. He let go of his weapons as well, keeping the match honorable.

Truth to be told she was curious of his skills in hand to hand combat.

The fight then turned to a bloody brawl, both opponents refusing to back down.

They exchanged blows under the rain.

Eventually, she decided to end the fight by letting loose a bit of her strength and started pummeling his body with hard and precise blows.

She then baited him by purposely throwing a kick at him that she knew he would dodge: in fact, he countered with a punch, but she grabbed his limb, and brought down her own punch, hitting his elbow and breaking it, causing him to scream.

He was then throw to the ground once more.

Mark started to stagger back up to his feet, but a knee worthy of a knockout was introduced to his face, making him crumble back down.

He let out heavy and strained breaths, knowing that at least one of his ribs was broken.

Mhei r'ka-Guan then dominantly placed her foot on his torso, preventing him from rising up.

She let out a low and dangerous growl, that vibrated all the way down to his body, daring him to fight back.

Knowing that he had lost, Mark slowly raised his hand, "I... submit"

The fierce huntress stepped off of him, much needed air rushed to his lungs. As he sat up, he noticed that more hunters had arrived to witness the fight, including the high eldress and Kyiv.

As he walked/limped towards him he was stopped by Mhei, she detached one of the numerous skulls her advanced armor possessed and gave it to him.

Without another word she turned around and headed towards the high matriarch who signaled something to Kyiv.

"What was that?" asked an utterly clueless Mark as he cradled his broken arm.

Kyiv turned his eyes to him, "Mark, she is interested in you."

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