<2> "Of course. It meant a lot to me, kazreth," he returned reverently. "You were my favorite, honestly. It was an honor to train under you from the start, and it was horrible to have to leave your tutelage." It was Lorkana's turn to blush at this. "Has my star pupil of old resorted to flattery now?" Vrok swallowed hard. "W-whatever do you mean?" Despite his words, his dropped gaze betrayed his feigned ignorance, unable to tear himself completely from looking at her... assets. "Mmh. Tell me, Vrok, are you familiar with Om'riggor?" she returned gently, suddenly whirling around and beginning to stride away from him, granting him a full view of the better portion of her exposed backside. Her studded leather loincloth hid so very, very little. Vrok nodded as he began to follow. "I have. I have a couple years yet before I am able to attempt it, but it involves going into the wilds and slaying a beast on my own." "So it is," she agreed as one of her bare arms shot out behind her as she walked, signaling for him to stop. "But simply because you are not yet eligible, does not mean you shouldn't prepare for it as early as possible." The orcess stopped roughly ten yards from him and spun back to face him, her grin gone. "Before you leave tomorrow, I want to see how much you have grown, Vrok. Face me in combat, no weapons allowed... and slay me, if you can." Vrok's orange eyes went wide in shock. "S-slay you? But kazreth, I couldn't...!" Like a crackling lightning bolt, Lorkana shot into a sprint toward him, and with a fierce roar she charged straight into his chest with one shoulder.... ... but Vrok was not swayed, rather he dropped one foot back to dig in his heels, his toned chest and abdomen flexing to absorb the impact and keep himself upright. Another raspy cackle escaped Lorkana as her icy eyes met his. "Did I say 'kill'? I said slay!" Her momentum reversed sharply as she left him, soon following with a pair of fierce punches. Vrok gritted his teeth as he deflected the first, while his hand just narrowly slipped past the second to grab hold of his teacher's wrist and yank her right into a punch of his own, cracking her harshly on the jaw. Lorkana turned her head away to absorb some of the blow, laughing madly as she spun herself completely to deliver a fierce kick into her student's abdomen. "That's the fierce Vrok I remember from so long ago! Come on! If you cannot beat me, you are no match for the armies of the Horde!" The powerful kick caused Vrok to release her wrist and reel back two steps, digging his heels in once more as he took a moment to size her up again. It took all his willpower to mentally block out her beauty, instead flashing her a grin of his own. He didn't know what she meant exactly, but he wasn't about to back down from a challenge. "Very well!" he shouted, and with a roar of his own he charged and fell into a vicious flurry of punches and kicks of his own right. The seasoned Lorkana happily faced him, the two orcs suddenly locked in intense, powerful combat. Punch after punch was either deflected or accepted in stride, though the both of them seemed to have too thick of skin to show bruises or lose teeth. Their deadly dance lasted for several grueling minutes, the lowering sun adorning their brows with sweat in their exercises. Both seemed equally matched, though it was apparent that Vrok was holding back, not wanting to truly injure his beloved instructor. A sharp punch from Vrok gave Lorkana the opening she needed to grab his wrist and lock his arm into a painful hold, bringing her head quite close to his own. "Come now, I said [i]slay[/i]! War is not so clean as a sparring match!" The young warrior grunted in pain as she flexed and put sharp tension on his trapped arm. His teeth gritted as he steeled his nerves, his mind racing on how to get an upper hand on his skilled mentor. Sudden instinct took over, and with all his might he dropped his weight and drew his body downward, forcing her to release his arm as he ducked away from her. His free hand reached out as if to strike during his gambit, but his fist suddenly opened to grab hold of the front of her harness. The X-shaped leather didn't need much convincing, and that single yank jerked it upright several inches, freeing her massive assets from their meager prison. His grip released just as quickly, the orc hopping back a few steps just out of reach to catch his breath... and to take in the new sight. Stiff, pine green nipples peaked her heavy-looking breasts, the both of them hanging at equal level upon her chest. Even for an orc, it would've taken two hands to properly cup just one of them, and without their restraints they appeared even bigger than before. Lorkana gasped as she felt the warm air rush over her nakedness, her mouth hanging open for a brief moment as she looked up at Vrok... and laughed once more. "[i]Now[/i] you're getting it! Slay me, pup!" Again she charged, her chest bouncing fiercely with each step, the orcess apparently uncaring of her own nudity as another punch made for Vrok's jaw. Rather than counter, Vrok hopped back a few steps until her momentum had slowed, and with a reverse of his own momentum he skipped to one side, rocketed right past Lorkana, and gave the right cheek of her backside a fierce smack, followed by a grasp of her loincloth in a fleeting attempt to draw it downward. But Lorkana was a bit sharper than that. She knew he'd try it again, and this time she simply caught his wrist as he attempted his lascivious gesture. Using him as leverage, the orcess spun around and grabbed [i]his[/i] studded leather with one hand, jerking it upward with a roar to not only wedge it deep into his toned rump, but to even snap the sturdy leather and pull it free from his body.