Jenny couldn’t stand it any longer; she had to get away from the filth and stench of death. Mature sex They had both killed several grown men, and yet this girl–little more than a child really– had dispatched them with relative ease. She avoided hanging out with the trainees her age and took care not to seem over-aggressive. Desmond, a boy a year older than Jenny, had his chest crushed by an axe and now lay across her legs. Kelly smiled weakly and nodded her thanks. Most of the time Emmy tried to ignore them, but their words did make her more than a little self-conscious. The victor stood over her, triumphant. Formal training began for Zavalan girls and boys at thirteen summers. Emmy slid off the blade onto all fours, her borrowed blade clattering into the dirt. Still, he could not deny her skill.
