Chapter Twenty-Six: The Battle for Crow's Attention
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The tension in the air was palpable. In the spacious arena just outside the Dome's Inner Sanctum, Mirko stood with her fists clenched, her ears twitching in frustration. Lady Nagant stood across from her, her expression cool, composed, and just a little smug.
"Move aside, bunny." Lady Nagant's voice was dripping with mockery. "Master's attention is mine."
Mirko's eyes narrowed, her body tensing with a barely-contained rage. "I'm not your bunny, Nagant. Only master can call me that!"
The two locked eyes, the air around them crackling with unspoken rivalry. Crow, standing nearby, watched with mild amusement, leaning back against a stone pillar. His eyes glittered with intrigue as he saw the two women—his two most devoted followers—ready to clash.
"You think I'll just step aside?" Mirko growled, her tone low and dangerous.
Lady Nagant smirked, drawing her sniper rifle from behind her back. "You're already too predictable, bunny. You'll never get him with that kind of rage."
With a swift motion, Nagant vanished, blending into the shadows like a phantom, her movements fluid and near-silent.
Mirko's instincts flared, and she pushed off the ground, her powerful legs propelling her high into the air. "I'm not here for a game of cat and mouse," she snarled.
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The battle was swift.
Mirko launched herself with the force of a wild storm, her legs kicking up debris as she closed the distance between them. Nagant took aim, firing with precision, her shots zipping through the air with deadly accuracy.
But Mirko was fast. Her agility was her greatest asset, and she dodged the bullets with barely a whisper of movement, using the momentum of her jumps to throw punches that shook the air. She was determined. She was fierce.
Nagant, however, was calm. Calculated. She didn't need to rush. Each shot she took was deliberate, and each time, it seemed like she was a step ahead, guiding Mirko into traps—traps that only Nagant's sniper skills could set.
But just as Mirko was about to land a crushing blow, Nejire appeared, a flash of blue light enveloping her. "Can't let you two have all the fun!" she chimed, grinning wildly.
"Not now, Nejire!" Mirko snapped, frustrated at the interruption.
But Nejire was undeterred, her form darting between the two, her energy blasts disrupting their attacks and making both women stagger. "I think we should all share, don't you?" she laughed.
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The battle turned into chaos.
Mirko's fierce strikes clashed with Nagant's calculated counterattacks. The ground cracked beneath their movements, the air itself seeming to tremble with their power. Nejire added to the mayhem, her blasts ricocheting off the walls as she zipped between the two, making sure neither of them could get a clean shot.
But despite the chaos, despite the power each woman threw at the others, there was an undeniable equalizer: their devotion to Crow. They were all fighting, but their hearts were all with him.
And Crow watched. He didn't need to intervene—he knew that they were both strong. But they were also his.
As the battle came to an end, the three women stood, breathing heavily, their clothes tattered and dirty, their bodies bruised but proud. Each one was at a standstill, neither able to overpower the other completely.
Crow, ever the observant one, stepped forward. His fingers reached out, brushing lightly over each of their heads.
"Good girls," he murmured softly, as if praising a pet.
The reactions were instantaneous.
Mirko blushed deeply, her irritation melting away as she looked up at him with admiration, her bunny ears twitching. "Master..." she whispered.
Lady Nagant tightened her grip on her rifle, but her face betrayed her emotions—a deep flush spreading across her cheeks. "I'm still the best, master," she said quietly, though her tone was soft. "But I'll accept your praise."
Nejire, ever the playful one, smiled brightly, her cheeks rosy. "I just wanted to see who could win! But I guess I'll settle for your praise, master."
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Crow smirked, his hand resting lightly on Lady Nagant's head, giving her a pat. Then he did the same to Mirko and Nejire, making them all blush like schoolgirls. "You're all mine. There's no need to fight."
And just like that, the competition faded away. They were no longer rivals, but women who all knew their place.
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End of Chapter Twenty-Six
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