Raiden merely offered as much as a scowl as the normally stoic deity could get. Suddenly, as if from nowhere they were joined by Shang Tsung. "Please." He said, appealing to the vampiric warrior, "In due time, Ieremia." The Thunder God narrowed his eyes and turned away, walking from the scene. "If it pleases you." Shang Tsung said quietly before levitating back towards his throne, "This tournament will resume at dusk tomorrow!"<br/><br/>The sorcerer took his leave, along with many of the other contestants. Raiden remained to watch over Ayumi, though he no doubt would not enjoy what was to come... Guan Dao shared his distaste, and Raiden nodded when the demigod took his leave. The vampire started to remove Ayumi's armor, the woman's senses slowly returning to her. Her wound in the opening volley of their duel was largely superficial, and the slash across the back of her knees left her mostly unmarred. Her short kimono revealed a lot of leg, supple skin that contrasted with the vampire's own chalky complexion. Her robes were starting to undo themselves, the sash loosening, the edges of the fabric exposing more and more of her cleavage as the pile of armor laid upon the ground.<br/><br/>She began to stir, moving against him as the metal of his glove, as cold as his skin, brushed against her flesh. "No..." She whispered, her arms weakly raising up in defense against the indignities he afflicted her with. "Please." She was so exhausted, so weak... Ayumi could barely move a muscle, much less her lips to speak. Yet still she tried, her luscious lips half-parted as she pleaded.<br/><br/>'I am a Samurai's Wife.' Ayumi thought, 'No... I'm weak. I failed.'<br/><br/>As he groped her, the woman's nipples started to harden from the touch. All the pain was gone, but still her body reacted to his touch. Her kimono went taut around her other nipple as it pressed against the fabric. Her shame intensified as the sensations throughout her body did the same...