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Harry could hardly stand to think about the way that he'd been defeated, only weeks before.

Hell, he'd been humiliated. No matter what he did to occupy his time, and no matter how he tried to distract himself, he couldn't escape the thought of seeing his old kobold laying flat on her back, pinned in defeat and writhing in pain. He was sure that he was going to be the winner of the cowardly duel, but instead, he walked the lonely path of a sore loser, wishing that there was some way for him to get revenge against his rival.

He wasn't the same caliber of wizard, however. He didn't have the proper skills to cast a hex or a curse upon his opponent, and as far as he was concerned, the battle should stay on the battle ground, between the opponents in the middle of the ring. Harry refused to ever be such a combatant, knowing that his life would likely be forfeit in such a situation, but he was running out of other options to get his revenge.

Deep in the woods outside of the fabled battle ground where he'd lost before, Harry was searching for someone to be his new pawn, but he wasn't going to get quite the subject that he was anticipating.

"I can feel your presence, creature. Come on out of the bushes, lest I cast my wand upon you!"

Harry didn't have the kind of voice that could threaten, but in the overgrown wilderness that he traveled, far removed from proper civilization, every threat had to be taken seriously. As such, Harry wasn't caught off guard when a creature did slowly rise up from within the thickets, exposing their tail from the back end of the bush, first. It was a strikingly bright orange, to the point that Harry was shocked that she was able to hide any part of her figure. Her rump followed up in a slow, bumping curve, and as she stood upright, she put her paws up in the air...but she still grinned.

"Don't move. I've got my wand ready to attack," Harry warned her. She didn't have the most fearsome presence herself, as she stood completely nude before the cowardly wizard, and judging by the state of her body, with stiff nipples and swollen breasts, Harry had interrupted a rather private moment for her. He worried that she might be getting ideas, but she simply stood before him, her pawtips glistening with the kind of juices that Harry could infer the nature of. Her eyes were brilliantly blue, perhaps made even more so by the contrast with her scales, and her fangs were already beginning to bare past her grin, as she stepped forward, completely undeterred by the wand that was pointing at her chest.

Fear began to creep into the expression of the wizard as he played with the frays of his red and gold scarf. "I could strike you dead where you stand, brainless wench! I m-mean it...don't come any closer!" he tried to stop her, but she continued to come forward, knowing that he must need her for something, if he hadn't attacked yet. She moved right into the tip of the wand and wrapped her paw around it, knowing that she could break it...but her ears flickered with a certain curiosity as she wished to hear the human out.

Harry was so relieved, he'd almost forgotten his words. "You clearly have quite a bit of frustration to exert, young kobold. I'd be more than happy to give you a venue to do such a thing, if you were interested...?"

"Charsi," she replied, confessing her name and showing an intelligence that was greater than most of her own kind, "And I'd be happy to..."

**

Harry's rival was never far from the battlefield, so it didn't take him long to return to it when the challenge was issued to him again.

"I've gotta tell you, Harry...I really think you like losing. I honestly didn't think I'd ever hear from you again."

"You're always so damn smug, Gurthol. You really think that you've got this battle won before it even begins?"

Gurthol, the blue and white wizard who Harry faced before, was standing in the same colored robes as usual, sporting his matching scarf and a grin that couldn't have been any more arrogant. "Lina and I have the kind of bond that you don't understand the importance of, Harry. She'll fight to the death for me, and because of my coaching, I can ensure that she'll never have to."

Lina, the sapphire kobold who still haunted Harry in his dreams, was standing right next to Gurthol, leaning against him and resting her paws rather delicately upon his shoulder, despite the long, deadly claws that extended each of her digits. There was an air of affection about her, one that she carried with her every time she was seen with Gurthol, and beyond that, she seemed rather proud to be his warrior of choice, even if the act of forcing her to fight was a little bit cowardly.

"Your bond doesn't mean a thing in the face of a superior warrior, Gurthol! Charsi, show them what we've been training for!"

The harsh, flattened ground of dirt that made up the legendary battlefield was nearly torn asunder as Charsi emerged from the bushes behind Harry and dove out into the middle of the ring. She carried the kind of intensity about her that could strike fear into the heart of any opponent, but Gurthol scarcely had a chance to move aside before Lina jumped into the ring, baring her fangs and snarling at her opponent. If the wizards didn't know any better, they'd think the pair had some kind of a past with each other.

A pair of slender, kobold bodies slammed into each other as the pair met in the middle of the ring. Their paws gripped onto each other, and eyes narrowed on targets as Lina made her choice quickly known, swiping her tail from the hip and aiming at the legs of Charsi. The orange kobold was quick to get into the ring, but she wasn't aware just how skillful her opponent truly was, as her legs were easily swept from under her. She fell flat upon her back with a painful THUD, but before Lina could come down with a death blow, Charsi was already rolling to the side.

Lina drove her elbow down still and missed, landing against the dirt and gripping her arm, wincing in pain. She'd dedicated too much to her attack, and as she missed, her elbow was easily bruised by the solid, unforgiving ground. Charsi, in all of her arrogance, only mildly took the chance to retaliate, as she grinned and pushed Lina over to her side, kicking at her midsection with such a weak force that Lina almost wasn't knocked over by it.

"Looks to me like your new girl doesn't understand just how serious this conflict is," Gurthol pointed out. Lina was used to being in pain in the heat of battle, and she easily rolled over and up to her footpaws, digging her claws into the dirt and readying herself for another round. "She won't last long if she doesn't start taking this deadly serious."

Charsi was far more intelligent than she'd even displayed to Harry, and she shot a dagger-ridden glance over at Gurthol, before letting out a sigh of discontent. "Stupid wizard...you really think your girl is made to take on the likes of me? I'm not sure who's worse...you, or this chump, who thought he could buy me into the ring...he's just lucky that he's kinda cute."

Harry wasn't the type to expect such a compliment, and Gurthol was completely stunned to hear such a response from a kobold. While one wizard flushed from the kind words, Gurthol gritted his teeth and watched, actually wishing now that Lina would do some serious damage with her next attack.

As usual, Lina and Gurthol were on the same page, as the sapphire kobold dove forward and swung a wide, arcing hay-maker at her opponent. Charsi easily took a step back and dodged it, though her margin was narrow; she could feel the breeze drifting off of Lina's fist as it passed by her muzzle, and with a quick giggle, she pushed Lina down toward the ground, using her own momentum to carry her into the dirt.

Lina hit the ground hard, and the wind was knocked out of her as she fell so gracelessly. Trying in vain to catch her breath, she started to move, but Charsi stepped on the middle of her back and stood, acting far too triumphant for it being so early in the fight. "I see..." she whispered, as she gazed down over the smooth, curved rump of her opponent. Even with her leg in the way, she could see the alluring shape of the body beneath her, and the full, soft, supple breasts that were smashed into the ground, under her own weight. "That's what this is, isn't it? You sick perverts make nude females fight for your entertainment...is that it, Harry?"

Charsi wasn't just too wise for her own good: she was too wise for Harry whatsoever, and he tried to twist his face up in disgust at the thought of such a thing, even if that was almost exactly what the battle had come to be. Lina was still struggling to break free, but Charsi stepped down harder, drawing a squeak of pain from the sapphire kobold and forcing her to hold in her breath, just to be safe.

"You two fight because we tell you to, idiot!" Harry yelled out into the ring, and immediately, Charsi cast a devilish gaze back at him. The blue of her eyes turned nearly to ice as she actually released her opponent and began to walk back toward him, swaying her hips just slightly as she did so, and resting her paws under her breasts to cup and lift them; she could immediately see a reaction from the wizard, one so great that his cheeks were flushed nearly as bright as the tone of her scales. "C-Charsi, what the hell do you think you're doing?! Go fight!"

The orange kobold shook her head just a little and released her breasts. She looked down at them herself, watching them bounce a little as they settled back into place, and Harry's eyes followed them the entire way. "If that's what you really want, Harry...if you're absolutely sure I couldn't be doing something better with my time."

Harry might have been able to think of quite a few things, but arrogance was beginning to catch up with Charsi. She turned around just in time to avoid another swift, powerful punch, but this time, Lina had her focus back, and was harnessing her rage at making such foolish mistakes before. Gritting her fangs and moving faster than before, she swiped her claws across Charsi's torso and managed to leave a few small, light scratches upon her tummy, just enough to make her wince and take a step back. It wasn't a fatal blow by any means, or even truly dangerous, but it was enough to get Charsi serious about the fight...and finally, Gurthol was actually interested in the action in the ring.

A blur of orange and blue scales began to move across the battlefield as Lina and Charsi exchanged blows. There was a fury in their eyes that a blind man could have seen, and their actions were as sharp and crisp as the most skillful warriors of the greatest kingdoms. Each miss was only a near miss, and small scratches were starting to build on each of the kobolds as claws made passing strikes and left their mark across nude bodies. They were surprisingly respectful of each other, avoiding hitting any of the more private areas on each others bodies, and anytime they actually came close, there was a moment that the fighting slowed; there was just as much of a mutual attraction, as there was a mutual hatred.

The hatred was winning out, however, and boiling over as Lina finally landed a strong, meaningful strike, catching Charsi across the cheek with a closed fist. The orange kobold buckled for a moment and her knees almost knocked into each other, but she just managed to keep her balance for a moment longer...

...In such a fight as this, however, that second of unconsciousness was all that it took for Lina to completely gain the upper hand, and ruin Harry's bid at revenge.

Lina could have been far worse to her opponent, if she so desired it, but she didn't seem to have quite enough hatred in her body to actually kill an opponent. Charsi was wide open to attack for what felt like an eternity, but Lina took the most merciful route possible and wrapped her arms around the waist of her assailant. She tensed her thighs, pushed as hard as she could, and drove the orange kobold into the ground with a strong, lunging thrust.

Charsi felt the back of her head slam against the dirt, and it was only by luck that she didn't receive a concussion. The wind was still knocked out from her lungs, and she took a deep, pained gasp as she looked up at Lina, and saw the sapphire kobold grinning with a twisted mixture of sexual frustration and physical aggression.

Harry was on the verge of breaking his wand in two as he looked out into the battlefield and saw Charsi struggling to merely breathe. Her body was sore from all of the strikes that it absorbed, her chin was killing her with pain, and her body felt as though it was paralyzed, thanks to the force upon her back. She was pinned, exhausted, and ultimately, defeated...and worse still, at the mercy of Lina, who was already holding her down by the shoulders.

Those paws were moving quick, and Charsi winced for an entirely different reason as skillful claws tickled over the softer scales of her full, swollen breasts.

"D-don't..." Charsi tried to protest, though she knew that Lina could do with her as she pleased, in the moment. "At least...n-not here."

Lina wasn't as skillful with her words as Charsi was, but she raised a brow and spoke with her expression, wondering just why the location would make a difference.

"These perverts think they deserve a show like that?" Charsi asked, as she finally did start to catch her breath. "They didn't earn anything, especially not that. We did all of the work, Lina...we should reap all of the rewards, as well."

The idea resonated well with Lina, who didn't understand every word, but clearly got the concept. Her grin returned to her lips as she gave Charsi's breasts another quick, playful fondle, but just before their exposed cunts could brush against each other, she stood, and offered a friendly paw to Charsi, who took it gladly, with no trickery to offer. She only stood with the victor of the battle and walked off of the field, much to the chagrin of Harry, who was losing more than the battle, that evening.

Gurthol watched with a snicker; he knew that Lina would come back to him, once she'd had her fun. She'd won yet another victory for him, keeping her perfect record in tact. The way he saw it, she'd earned a little private fun, if that was truly what she wanted.