Sakuramoria

A sweaty tussle with scantily clad girls in the sand... Too bad, Vailis didn't live to see this. Fortis might have found the situation rather piquant, and perhaps a little awkward, if his opponent were someone else. But with Futaba, it was just awkward. Very awkward, and the fight itself was ridiculous: the silencer spent half an eternity circling his opponent, either unsuccessfully trying to grab her wrists or knocking her off balance with a shoulder bump – he wouldn't dare try to grab the august person by the neck, or, God forbid, try to take her down in a hold. The first round exhausted Fortis so much emotionally that he lost the second without even realizing how. He was just glad it was all over. However, judging by how Dinorsis, purely by luck, won the first round, immediately lost the second in a ridiculous way, and just as awkwardly circled the queen in the third, Fortis wasn't alone in his feeling.

— And she's strong. — he nodded towards Vita and winced slightly, rubbing his shoulder, which still ached from the heavy blow of a glaive he received last week. — I felt it well at the tournament. She took him down, that horned brute, like a child, it's a pity I only managed it once. Well, never mind. How about we go play volleyball together?

— Uh-huh. Let's go.