The swinging adventures continue from my prev sex stories Swinging couple enjoys a new playmate at the fair .. The day began with a quick cleanup at the camp showers for both Luke and Kiana, followed by breakfast of camp coffee, oatmeal, and a bit of bacon. Luke ate medium light, not wanting to be too bogged down—today was the day of the tournament. He spent the better part of an hour stretching out, limbering up, and practicing moves to get himself ready for “combat.” Rodney had been his advisor for both his armor (manufactured from PVC, leather, and a few metal parts for the shield and headgear) and his fighting style. While he didn’t feel totally comfortable, he knew he was in very good shape overall, and he had some practice fighting with kali sticks, which he hoped might translate well.
He girded himself up on the upper body and headed down to the “ring,: with Rodney and Kiana following close behind. Normally, Rodney would fight in the tournament, but he had sprained his ankle badly earlier in the week, so he volunteered to be part of Luke’s cheering session and coach during the event. “Remember, above all else, avoid the hit. Focus more on your shield than your sword. That’s the number one mistake most guys make,” Rodney cautioned him. “Going for the quick kill will work, if you’re trying to get yourself killed.” After quickly checking in, they discovered he was up near the end of the first round, which meant at least another 25 or more matches to go. Two participants got called, and Luke settled in. Rodney used the proceedings to provide color commentary and impromptu instruction.
“Notice the way he uses his shield. Very smart,” he pointed out, as one early participant quickly dispatched an obvious newcomer. “I don’t expect you’ll do anything that foolhardy, don’t worry.” The next fight was more cagey, with both fighters seemingly unable to get a mental advantage on the other. It was as though they were both such canny veterans that they couldn’t pull out any tricks the other hadn’t seen. Finally, into the second round, one of them caught a shoulder hit with his sword on his opponent’s right side. “That’ll make it tricky,” Rodney observed. Luke was about to ask why when he remembered that a hit counted as an “injury,” and the knight was forced to drop his shield, pick up his sword with the other hand, and fight left-handed and one-armed. He was still cagey and difficult, and it lasted into a third round, but eventually the other knight overpowered and outmaneuvered him, striking the cherished head shot.
The fights went on this way. Some hopelessly one-sided, others interesting chess matches of cunning and violence. “See that, horrible move,” Rodney called out to him when one knight charged hard and put both his hands up, leading to a leg shot that forced him to hop on one foot until he was taken out 20 seconds later. “Study his parry, it’s virtually flawless,” he pointed out later, breaking down the movements of an obvious veteran who went by the name of “Sir Brutus.” While it made him a bit nervous, he was grateful for Rodney’s instruction and help, so that by the time he found himself being called as next, he felt fluid and loose.