1. Retired- Chapter Three – Praetorian Guard


    Date: 11/15/2014, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: Brootforce, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

    my jacket and rank insignia off and handed them to my colonel. “Mark me, and you get a three day pass this weekend.” “All I have to do is hit you one time hard enough to leave a mark?” “Yes.” “It’s a deal,” he said, as he took a position I did not recognize. His stance was semi-relaxed and his feet shuffled back and forth in what looked almost like a dance. I relaxed myself and took a knife-fighters crouch. Suddenly the sergeant was a blur of movement. He spun and jumped. He rolled in the air like a monkey having a spasm. I watched and analyzed the style as best I could. It looked like a bunch of random dance moves blended into a fighting style. I stepped in when I saw my mark. I had his leg in my grasp before I realized my mistake. He twisted in mid-step and spun over the top of his own leg. His foot connected with my jaw and I spun away with the side of my face stinging. I was going to learn from this man. My next step in was exactly the same as the first. The difference was I pulled down hard once I had his leg. Then I dropped to the ground letting his other leg pass over my head. I then rolled forward bringing him down to earth hard. My roll brought my leg down on his chest with a loud pop and he expelled all the air from his lungs. Imagine my surprise when he continued the roll and threw me past himself. I felt the strike to my chest as I went over. He had marked me twice. He was so flexible it was like fighting a rag doll -- a very strong rag doll. I rolled to my ...
    feet to see him start dancing again. My smile was vicious. This was the first soldier I had ever faced, in one of these demonstrations, who knew a form of combat art I did not. I had marked him, and he had marked me twice. I could hear the soldiers cheering the sergeant on. The third clash ended it. I stepped in and he spun. I dropped below his strike and rose behind it. As he came back around I tapped the base of his throat with the edge of my hand. He knew what it meant and stepped back. “Fill out your pass request, sergeant, you earned it. What is the name of your style? I have never seen it before.” He smiled as he rubbed his throat. “It is an ancient earth art called Capoeira. It originated in the country known as Brazil.” I spent the next few down times going through holos of the fighting style he named. It was a complex style based on dancing. By the end of the week I would be a master of it. My ability to learn a style by watching it paid off again. I had been on post for a couple months and the group had adjusted to me. They understood I wanted them in fighting trim. Those two months averted a disaster. “Your highness, has the investigation into the attempt on your life turned up anything?”, I asked the prince, as we were sitting in our morning briefing. “No, all we have figured out is the men were bought with a very large amount of money. My father thinks it was Duchess Daria. She was second in line to marry me if Asta had not turned out to be viable. He thinks she ...
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