It didn't take long to work up a good sweat and begin to enjoy myself. Tackles flew in thick and fast with no quarter given or asked. It was good test...sterone driven sport. At least it was until I tried to turn just as someone stood on my foot. I felt the pain shoot up from my ankle. Unlike a real game there was no trainer rushing on with his magic sponge, so the best I could do was to hobble to the side and sit it out for a few minutes until the pain wore off. It didn't of course, in fact my. If he had looked down right at the moment, he would have seen transparent panties due to my wetness. But he soon had them off as well. I couldn’t believe it: here I was, naked from the waist down, my teacher’s hand resting atop the area of my shaved pubes. The very teacher whom I had lusted after since I started at the school only months ago, the very teacher whom I had fantasies about fucking. He was acting as if nothing was going on, still reading from than damned booklet. I desperately. As they played they marched and counter-marched never missing a beat or a step. The finale was the Sunset, the brisk tap of the drums, traditionally calling the Skirmishers to break off and return to camp. Then the clear notes of the trumpets and bugles hanging on the evening air as the flag sank slowly from the Jack. Looking over the Sound we could see that the few Naval Vessels in the harbour were lowering their ensigns in concert. I could hear in my head the command over the ships speakers. These kobolds were dressed similarly to the others, but they wielded daggers in their hands.Fender spun around, and was almost too late to react to one of the kobolds slashing her with its dagger. Compared to the daggers the kobolds in the farm had been using, this dagger looked very well-maintained. Fender dodged the first slash from the kobold, but the kobold didn’t let up. It continued swinging its dagger, and finally it drew blood from Fender’s waist. The kobold then quickly turned and ran.