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Getting training

It is morning, unlike the morning we left to retrieve the parents, my daughters are now doing their morning training period. This morning is different. There are seven males just watching. I come over and in a booming voice tell them all to stop where they are.

I walk over to the mothers of my daughters. “What in the hell are you doing? My daughters, do you see some here that need to be dragged kicking and screaming into this routine? I need some or all to go to those seven sluggards and use them as practice. Let’s see just what we have here so we know at which level they need to start. Just don’t kill them, yet.”

As now a twenty against seven battle erupts, with almost the same voice, those seven say that they do not want to harm the women. Only trouble is that they now are getting whooped. Their asses handed to them by, to use those males innuendo, frail females.

Now beaten, I go over to the seven. “Get up off your butts! My daughters are masters. All of them to the youngest beat you. Now get up and let them slowly show what they did. My ladies, take it easy on them until they can score a hit that you would not suspect a mosquito bit you.”

As they pair off, I go over to the mothers. “I think that they needed that. Even though they all have what is needed, skill wise, actual experience is lacking. Mary, Joyce, those need to be ready to fight. It is better that they get knocked down a few pegs now. In actual combat, the enemy will not go easy other than the easy kill.”

My wives take the shaken mothers off to the side but not before they tell me that I need to learn some tact in the way I talk to people.

“What? How is it going to go when I tell them that their son is dead because I needed to go easy on them. Not one of them will have it easy or do you want me to just find another world and hide?” I can see that my voice had carried and everyone came to a halt.

All the men came over and Peter spoke for them. “We were arrogant in our thinking that only men could fight. We do not know who or what we will face here in combat. We needed that slapped out of us. Samual is right. It is better that we learn now or would you feel better giving us a school note saying that we don’t feel well. Go easy on us? Who we face will fight dirty if they feel it will beat us. At the end of the battle, the victor will not offer a hand up and say we fought well.”

That took a lot out of him but those men took the field and asked guide us, teach us but do not go easy on us.

George and I were standing proud. The mothers now saw why I said what I said and how I said it. I needed to let those seven men know that I will not stand to lose a single one of them. My daughters would not let me sleep with all the crying, all the anger that they would feel if I had them go unprepared into battle.

Peter’s mother is looking at me. She mouths thank you to me. She knows that I am trying to keep them alive. Funny thing is, the four nerds are loving it. They are keeping up with their paring. They have been living all their lives just for this chance. This world of magic and adventure. That fantasy they dreamed of now is before them. They needed the actual full contact. They were getting bruised and beaten but they also were scoring hits.

What they did not see is that they were scoring hits on my daughters hearts. All their initial fight partners have been joined by another. Peter and Ken cannot help but notice. They see even Chris being swarmed and putting up a battle but this time, the hits coming from those young ladies are filled with passion. He is putting his all into it. He knows.

My daughters do not respect someone that does not treat them as equals.

I need to go light on them after all they are just frail females. That makes them targets to show just who is frail. Peter and Ken still get their ass handed to them until their sparring partners finally yell at them, “Hit me! If you don’t you will die and I will find you in the final life and continue to kick your ass for eternity. NOW FIGHT ME!”

It is as if their eyes are now open. They see the four and the actual look on the daughters. Then they hear me say loud enough for every wife can hear. “We are going to put a protection spell on those four’s doors tonight or our daughters my try a nighttime attack. Daughters, remember not until you are mated!”

Peter and Ken see it, understand it but still do not get it. They just cannot bring themselves to try to damage such beautiful women. Their sparring opponents see this. They have yelled at them. Now the two daughters drop their weapons and started to slap the two timid men extremely hard across the face.

The two men go to drop their weapons and try to leave the field. They are confronted by women’s anger. They are now in an enclosed barriers with the two daughters. They do have the magic capabilities to do a force field.

The daughters continue to chase the two but are shrinking the field. Every time it shrinks, the two men get bitch slapped, then the field expands again. Slap and expand. Over and over until Ken snaps and slaps her so hard that she is knocked on her ass. The moon eyes he is getting says it all. She gets up and pursues him again. He slaps first. It turns into a full blown battle, no holds barred.

Meanwhile Peter’s opponent is chiding him. “Look at your companion. He now gets it and she plants a foot into his chest. “We demand that you respect us for what we are, warriors.” This time she finds his calf with the toe of her pointed shoes and he goes down.

The expression on his face says it all. He is over the edge. He sweeps her feet and she crashed to the ground. He immediately pins her to the ground, then slaps her so hard that I swore I could hear bones break.

She , in an instant, countered him. Throwing her legs to capture his, she pulls him down and smothers him with a very hard kiss. I say smother because she must have. He passed out. I need to call a halt to this. I bellow, “ENOUGH.”

“Mother’s take your daughters and give them the talk. I will talk to these seven men. George come with me. Mary and Joyce, go with the women.”

“You five men, you can sit. I saw that you got what this exercise means. You two. As these four have figured out, you still have not. Yes, you showed some strength but you showed me that you really don’t know why you got the reaction you did. Let’s ask an expert.

Steven what are they missing?”

For the first time in his life, Steven knows his self worth, his resolve and something that these two do not. He stands then walks right in the face of them both. “These women want to be acknowledged for their skills not their gender. By not giving them your best, you actually put them to shame. Do you think that you could ever get them to even work with you if you shame them? I think that you will find that they will not even spar with you tomorrow. I feel that Chris will be the center of attention. He was out there to improve. He gave it his all. Yes he was beaten but he got back up and went full force. I’m quite sure that most of those young ones will fight each other to spar with him.”

I ask Chris what he was doing. “I was just trying to learn. I want to be someone who they could depend on in a real battle. By not going full force with ones your age, you showed them that you will be a risk to them in battle. It took them too long to get you to respond. They know that you will face women in battle. They know you will die.”

“See, even your brother knows what to do. Until you two wake up, I decree that both of you are his little brothers. You will serve him until you can continually best those of your own age. Chris don’t fail your little brothers. Instruct them until you feel that they are worthy of being your big brothers.”

I walk out.

The mothers, especially Mary and Joyce, express their disappointment with the results of the training. Mary asks them what they thought of the sparring. All thought is was good. She now addresses Rose that was Peter’s opponent.

“You were mad that he would not treat you as a true opponent. You even went so far as to directly tell him to fight you. What did you do when he, one time, got the best of you? You show him that his opinion of you was correct. You kissed him”

Atasha knows what Mary is insinuating. “You two gave into their idea of you on the basis of one time they bested you. They were not mad, they were angry. Didn’t your father teach you that making your enemy angry is the key to making them do a fatal move?”

She now addresses her daughter. “What did your papa teach you to do when pinned?”

“Knee them in the crotch and then stab them in the gut.”

“When you were pinned down Sally, what did you do? You kissed him. You both are now considered dead for the rest of today. Leave us now and go to the rock and sit. You will stay there until morning. Tomorrows training will exclude you both. You will observe your younger sisters. They were constantly challenged fully. Even the youngest fought well. Watch what your sisters do. You will see that they did not cave to their lust the first time. They actually started to double up and still those five gave a good fight.”

Ginger finishes the meeting. “Knowing your father, he has dressed down those two for their actions. Mary, Joyce would you do these girls a favor? Get those costumes and tell your sons that they did not rate the durable clothes. I know that their mothers telling them that those show clothes are what they demonstrated they are only able to wear. Give them the look while you tell them that they are to wear the shame all day tomorrow.”

The two now see that they must be tough. It is like Samual said, do you want to hear that both are dead because they went soft on them in training. They both remember commenting on just that about those costumes.

The daughters were, for the rest of the day, trying not to look at Peter and Ken. They did notice that the two were trailing Chris.

After the meetings I noticed that the four men were asking my daughters if they would show them what their training regiment was like. Thomas was heard to say that they deeply admired the way they moved during the sparring match. “You all were precise. No wasted motions. Deliberate in your strikes. We admire your superiority in your skills. We need your expertise to stay alive. Please teach us.”

The others also say “Please.”

I and my wives know that they will be son in laws in the future. I hope it is not too soon but we will approve when they come to us properly. Again I see my wives talking with Mary.

Morning arrives and there are four being told to watch. Today is not sparring. The five men are facing the daughters. They are mimicking the moves. For the first time through their routine, my daughters are going slow. The next set is faster and the men keep up. Soon both the men and my daughters are keeping pace.

Tasha yells to them. “That is exactly what you need. Like a newly made knife, it is sharp but not fine enough to use. You need to use a strop to refine that edge. You girls have now made the blades. You men need the strop to refine your edge. Show these four weaklings just what it takes to make an excellent knife.”

When they are exhausted, they take a break. I approach the five.

“You need to be proud. Towards the end, you were very tired. You slowed but did not give up. Soon you will equal my daughters. Then they will respect you. Chris, please choose one of my daughters and the two of you supervise these poor four in their exercise. Make sure that they get at least four hours before they get a break.”

I hand them both sturdy sticks. “Marsha, if you see them not going at full strength, use this. Chris, you do the same to your younger brothers.”

I look at the four and the air ripples and sparks fly as I ask them if they understand. “It is combat time. If you got to relieve yourself, do it in your drawers. In battle many a fighter fights in wet and smelly pants. The four of you will not stop training until these two release you.”

Being under the command of younger siblings, the four know that they are being told that they are less disciplined than Marsha and Chris. The younger are now their superiors, masters of sorts.

This time, they have the pairing different from yesterday. Peter is now against Sally and Rose is against Ken. The two figure that affection was shown, so splitting them will distract Peter and Ken.

The fighting starts. It is fighting because they were instructed to act in real battle conditions. It was very weak fighting by the four. It seems that they were distracted. It seems that bonds have been formed between yesterday’s matchups.

Marsha is the first but Chris thought the same. Both struck their respective students hard enough to leave marks.

Marsha admonishes her sisters. “In battle, where should your attention be?

Chris asks his charges, “What will happen in a real battle if your attention is on your mate instead of your opponent? The four of you are now dead.”

Marsha tells them to separate. “Chris, would you please take Peter and Sally to the other side of our home. If you see either of them slacking, smack them. I will do the same with Ken and Rose. In an hour or so, we then will have them fight again on the same field “

They separate.

Both sets are actually being supervised from the home’s roof top watch platforms. The spectacle is really something that the mothers and Samuel are actually proud of Marsha and Chris.

“They are really stepping up to their roles as instructors.” I comment. “The four being distracted will get them killed. They must fight the one in front of them.”

It is Tasha that remarks that Chris and Marsha observed that there is now a bond between the original pairing. They have their own bond.”

We now see the same thing. Tasha, being a faunfolk, often sees things before any of us notice. That is why she always tries to instill on all of our daughters that they need to read the room so to speak.

“Looking before you even take that drink from a stream, is the difference between a drink or a death by a predator.” That has been drilled into each by her. The four, it seems that they cannot see beyond the temptation to drink from a certain stream.

Now out of sight of the other two, it is Chris that stops his two. He has already grown in the few days that he has been there. “Sally, Peter, I will not go easy on you two. You heard Samuel. This is combat. Short of a kill, there is no holds barred. Sally, who is a healer in your family?”

She responds that Tasha, her daughters and a few of Katrina’s daughters are.

“Then we have enough to heal your battered and broken bodies. How is this, You have a ten minute battle. The winner gets to sit for ten minutes while the loser must run for the same period. Then another battle. Don’t get smart by thinking that the rested one will have the advantage. Battles go on for hours without rest. Rest causes muscles to cramp. I have been in enough sports events that, as soon as a runner crosses the finish line, they walk still to keep from cramping. Some succumb to laying on the ground and may not be able to continue.”

The battle is won by Sally but surprisingly she runs beside Peter. Chris is watching them and is approached by Marsha. She asks what was the reason for them to be running. He explains the rules he set up.

“It was really to see what exactly the winner would do knowing that the battle would continue after the ten minutes. The correct action would be to stay in motion. The rest could possibly make you the loser.”

At the end of the ten minutes, Chris had some ice water brought out for them. “Relax and enjoy the water. We will continue the fight in ten minutes.”

The surprise was that Peter took a sip. Swished it in his mouth then spit it out. He then took position on the field. He was moving and stretching. Sally saw that and did the same. This time their battle was so intense that Chris stopped it and had a healer come out.

“Both of you now know battle. Sally, what did you think of Peter’s force?”

“He was not holding back. He fought me as an opponent, not a female.”

“Peter, what did you think about Sally’s fighting?”

“She handed me my ass in a basket. I found her an excellent warrior. Better than I am by a long way.”

Chris tells them that this was what they needed to learn. He would check with Marsha to see if her two were ready for the final battle. Like the first battle, they would be on the same field, at the same time with the same opponent.

Marsha’s two weren’t at the same level as Chris’s two but Chris said that it would be good for Marsha’s two to see. “The biggest thing for both sets is to see if they concentrate on their fight not worry about the others.”

The fights were on but this time the parents were here to watch. Both sets were fighting with full strengths against each other. None looked at the other’s fighting. All were getting hit and making hits.

I had seen enough. I brought a halt to the fighting.

“Each of you four have now learned that fighting is not play. It is life or death. These two showed you that it is not a game of wrestle and cuddle. That is for after you mate. Ginger please step forward.”

She is mystified as to why he calls her over but comes over.

“Marsha, how do you feel about Chris?”

“I have respect for him but I believe that I also have deep feelings for him.”

“Chris, what do you think about Marsha?”

He is bolder. “I feel that I love her already. I respect her.”

“Wife as mother to Marsha, what say you.”

Ginger knows exactly what this is. She now presents herself in a very formal manner.

“Marsha, are you willing to be Chris’s first wife? Are you willing to choose his other wives from your sisters?”

A stunned Marsha answers yes.

Reading the air, both of Chris’s parents come forward. It is George that askes Chris if he is willing to take Marsha as his first wife?” Joyce asks “Are you willing to accept whom ever she feels will be an asset to your family?”

He answers yes.

I now tell the gathering that we consider them as mates from this time until the end of time. “We will have a party this afternoon. My wives, please take Marsha and help her adjust. Chris’s parents take him and help him to know what his role as leader is.”

Atasha now speaks. “As first wife, I welcome this mating. You men, know one thing. It is a steadfast rule that the women are the only ones that will choose any further wives, not you males. I was the one that chose Ginger. We two chose Katrina. Judith and Tasha were done in the same manner. Marsha will be picking further wives. You daughters, if she asks you to join their marriage, even if you are older, she will still be first wife and you will respect that authority.

Now my husband, You need to go out on our land and create a suitable home for at least five wives. Within the protective dome but sound proof.”

With that the mothers take Marsha away and Chris is led away by his parents. The remainder of the field are just stunned at what just happened. So I explain.

“Those two showed that they were in tune with each other. They were chosen by a higher source to be one. Each of you need to remember that it is not physical prowess that wins. It is becoming one with each other in understanding is the most needed factor. If you need a explanation, ask Peter, Rose, Ken and Sally. Maybe sometime soon.”

I go to make that home, sound proof of course. I know that the jockeying around to be first with the four remaining will start. The rest will be talking with the prospective first wives.