An awakening later…<br/><br/>A new Cassandra trembled in Blaze’s arms, legs still locked together, body still shuddering from the quakes and releases, skin still covered in sweat, lips still tasting Blaze’s.<br/><br/>Then speakers, and a soldier cursed.  Blaze saw the fire in Cassandra’s eyes that hadn’t been there through the virgin girl’s seduction.  She’d seen these eyes once before, when she first saw Cassandra, weighed her and measured her as a fighter not a woman, and been weighed and measured in turn.  Here was that primordial predator again.<br/><br/>Cassandra the soldier grabbed Blaze by the hair and kissed her fiercly, then pushed her back quickly, “For luck.”  Then rolled out of the other girl’s arms and donned the outfit she’d come here in, from the combat boots too the jeans and pink top.  Her katana was clipped to her belt, her enhancer gauntlet never left her right wrist—not even during the miracle she’d just experienced, no more than Blaze’s hand.<br/>