And there she was, grown out of the ground as soon as he let her. Quick bird, flapping uselessly but peddling on duck feet, nonetheless. Perhaps this was more exciting than a simple fuck, anyway. He still thought she looked edible, bruised up and suffering from it, but ready to take his challenged. She wasn't in perfect shape, as she had been defending her people, but he wasn't like himself either, not the self she'd met, sprinkled with magic.<br/><br/>He was sure she noticed, and he certainly saw the fire from her hands. He'd already made the flame's acquaintance once tonight. He would rather not have the pleasure, again. While her wings weren't out to properly tell him what she was about to do, they still pulled their weight in aiding him. They were a source of displaced center, now, and he could do a lot with that, given his own prowess on his legs - despite her having made one of them lesser.<br/><br/>She let him know his trick had worked, and he had plenty of time to diverge and then send had punch for her neck. Perhaps he relied too much on his trap, and almost missed when she recovered. He did however managed to touch her with his knuckles in that very sensitive junction, despite her chasing guard. It was satisfying to see her breath failing for a while. If this had been a more acute duel, he would have wailed on her already, to overwhelm her. He jabbed his chin in her direction, as though she was learning a lesson while barely keeping her footing.<br/><br/>It was infinitely better to slap her, a deliciously condescending strike that could have been a much more effective blow. She seemed to know it, because she looked angrier now. His cock was happy to watch her confirm his hit on her neck when she tended to the area. It was that limb and his ego that had him planted firmly for when she came at him next. His forehead wrinkled in concentration when her burning palm descended. He was confident in his stoic, and always fought with waste, so he didn't stop her.<br/><br/>His arm instead swung low to rise quickly, aimed between her arms to locate her chin with a brutal, climbing fist. She was traveling forward fast, and that would help his impact to rattle her brain via her jaw, but he also discovered her plan. Her naked knee all but compressed his cock. Her assumption that he was sensitive was right, and the tightening of his throat as he swallowed the yelp was sign of it. But if anyone knew anything about Rysalt, it was that he was a deviant, and a knee was not the worst thing he'd ever tried willingly to his sack and length. He remained standing, actually savoring the skin she'd met his now sore cock with, arm extended up from hopefully having collided with her chin.<br/><br/>If it didn't knock her out, it should at least buy him time to step back and then jump forward with a push-kick to her abdomen. If that didn't fell her, he would follow with a tackle to her well abused stomach, and then roll with her on the ground again. He was eager to do more to her, and give his cock its revenge.