"It was a long ti since I lost for the last ti..."
She panted heavily, spitting a mouthful of blood several tis, until she got much better after resting for several monts.
Certainly, there was a strong sense of shock and disbelief in her eyes when she looked at because it was evident that she wasn't used to losing.
Most probably in her entire life, the only people she lost against were the older and more powerful mbers of the Tribe when she was younger; thus, she never really had any powerful competitors.
This was also the case for my children; when they were born, there was almost zero competition for them because, aside from their own siblings, there were none of their age who could represent so sort of rivals for them.
"It was a good fight, though... You are certainly powerful enough, and your control over the Ice is top-notch; unfortunately for , you lack the experience and power to defeat properly..."
I was speaking the truth when I told her that she was very powerful; her combat instincts and talents were sothing that would be considered as a top-notch generational genius even within the Chthonian Empire.
She was natural in the close quarters combat and weapon mastery, to the degree where she was already approaching that of Hela or Sigmar. She was natural at the combat, her adaptability was staggering, and she could fight almost like the God of War had incarnated.
"Are you feeling better?"
I asked after several minutes, noticing that she was already getting better... the healing rate of the Partas Tribesn was very high, much higher than that of the ordinary baseline humans from what I could see.
It should have sothing to do with the Bloodline of the Danger Beasts that they were ingesting and assimilating to obtain their strength.
Danger Beasts of the Fenran Rex IX. had terrifying healing and regenerative factors; it was sothing that couldn't be matched even by many in the Higher Dinsional World of the Baator.
"Not by much, but I will be..."
I helped her to stand up from the previous position, as she kept lying on her back for so ti. Evidently, she was more tired from the duel than I had anticipated, though my strikes on her ribs and stomach, while powerful, were not enough to cause her serious injuries.
That was sothing that I was rather cautious about, as I didn't wish to cause her any severe injuries in this duel. Still, with the rate at which she was being healed by her regenerative factor, she would be in top condition in re monts.
"You are pretty powerful, contrary to your stature and scholarly appearance..."
I didn't really know if this was a complint or if it was an insult, though I would consider it as both of them together.
For her, I must indeed seem like a scholar, not to ntion that I even presented as a scientist for most of the ti, and in the culture of warriors and hunters like the Partas Tribe, I lacked the typical ruffed appearance of a warrior that was characteristic of them.
Certainly, I didn't really look like a stereotypical warrior and powerhouse in the eyes of the Partas Tribe, even though, for those who were more powerful and had a more developed sense, could rather easily sense my power, at least part of it, if they put enough effort into it.
Honestly, I would prefer looking elegant rather than like a ruffed barbarian, like most of the Partas Tribesn.
"I don't know if I should take it as a complint or offense so that I will be taking it as both, General Partas. Maybe we can have another duel in the future when you get better at your skills, so your defeat won't be such an embarrassnt."
Hearing what I said to her, I noticed that her grin cracked a little, but she instantly looked at with a great degree of anticipation and excitent when I basically confird that we would be having another spar together.
"It was ant to be both in the first place... certainly, having elegance and extraordinary power at the sa ti is... especially appealing."
Oh... my... gods...
Even though my true body is God, I knew very well what this ant: this exact smile and grin, this exact look, was the sa look that Hela was giving after suffering the first defeat.
Hela essentially developed strong feelings of possession and sothing that seed to be love, or her own twisted version, after I first defeated her. Though that twistedness was sothing greatly enjoyable in the bedroom, and living room... and any other place when it ca to that.
It was clear that her pride wouldn't allow her to attach herself to soone who was weaker than herself. She was the type who would only take a mate who was much stronger than herself, soone who could beat her in a single combat.
Evidently, the Heiress of the Partas Tribe, Esdeath Partas, developed so sort of crush on , and it ant that my stay here wouldn't be so peaceful as I had anticipated previously.
This was already highly problematic because dealing with another Hela was going to be a pain in the ass, sothing that I wasn't very keen on that. However, I had to admit that Esdeath Partas was a rather attractive, like, very, very attractive young woman.
She was very powerful, that was for sure, and she had certainly inherited a set of unique and particular abilities, creating a rather powerful Bloodline. Even though her Ice Manipulating Abilities were nothing compared to Fia's, it was rather exceptional for the conditions she was born in.
If she were properly developed, she could beco a powerhouse on her own, not to ntion, I had so feeling that if she obtained a greater and stronger connection to the Warp itself, then her power would grow several tis over.
She was rather constrained by her lack of a powerful connection to the Warp because the mbers of the Partas Tribe were rather peculiar breeds of the Psykers.
Only a tiny population of them were geniue Psykers, while the rest of them obtained their Psyker Abilities from ingesting and assimilating the Bloodlines of the Danger Beasts.
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