Hey hey, here's Part 4! Apologies for the relative shortness of this chapter and the abrupt ending, but that's what happens when a writer really wants to write but doesn't feel like doing so.

Hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Part 4: Akane Is Unbreakable

Akane stumbled back from the force of the punch across her jaw. It felt like it had been dislocated, perhaps even broken, but the woman couldn't help but grin as her fighting spirit soared. Gripping her jaw with both hands, the woman smoothly cracked it back into place and dodged her opponent's follow-up strike.

"Heh, man...haven't felt like this in a long time." The tall female slipped away from punch after punch as she stated her thoughts out loud, her enemy growing rather frustrated by her inability to hit the toned Hunter again.

From how easily Akane was avoiding the strikes being thrown at her, it almost looked like she had some sort of ESP to the spectators...though that image quickly faded as the girl she was fighting finally landed a solid kick straight on Akane's prolapse, sending the exposed organ careening backwards and causing the red Hunter's legs to tremble badly enough for her to fall backwards onto her round ass. She was obviously in a bad position now that her opponent knew her weak point, especially so since she was still struggling to stand while her prolapsed vagina lay spread like a mat on the floor before her.

"Ha, I was worried for a moment there, but it looks like this'll be easy after all!" Akane's opponent taunted her as she bent over and reached down, grabbing the top lip of her gaping cervix before standing back up to her full height (which wasn't particularly high). The girl then sent her bare foot flying into Akane's uterus as hard as she could, the power of the punt allowing the entire body part to force its way into one of Akane's Fallopian tubes despite its relative tightness. Her assault not yet finished, the girl pinched the walls of the tube between her toes, ensuring she had a good grip on them before tearing her foot away and letting the juice-covered lower limb fall back to the padded floor.

The sheer ecstasy the red Hunter was feeling was apparent upon her face as Akane tried to bring her mind back out of the gutter, though she seemed to be failing rather miserably since she showed no sign of resistance. Figuring that the quivering mess on the floor below her wasn't really in any position to fight back, the other fighter took her time and surveyed the damage she had dealt with some admiration.

Her sadistic attack had left the Hunter's tube forcefully turned inside-out, Akane's egg-filled ovary now lying on the floor of her uterus. It looked tiny in comparison to the roomy organ it was currently inhabiting and, to a smaller extent, the grasping tube it was still attached to. Since it seemed like something special, considering what she had to do to bring it out into the open, the girl idly rubbed the tip of her big toe against the strange object while sneering threateningly down at Akane.

"Well? Do you surrender yet?" The fighter's words managed to break Akane out of her stupor long enough for the woman to lash out with her right leg, the powerful move shattering the girl's femur while the sigil imprinted atop Akane's vaginal wall flashed a bright orange for just an instant.

A loud scream of pure suffering filled the arena as the combatant fell backwards, releasing the cervix she had been gripping in favor of clawing at her injured thigh. Akane sat up, not yet possessing the energy to fully stand yet, and grinned mockingly at her fallen opponent. "Nah. Do you?" The only response she got was an unintelligable scream, although that quickly ceased as a dart pierced her opponent's neck and drugged her into unconsciousness. "Winner: Akane of the Hanging Garden." An announcer called rather robotically into the microphone, triggering a general applause throughout the audience.

As soon as she was able to, Akane took her leave of the octagon, shuffling over to where her manager for the night was located and sitting carefully on the bench so as not to agitate her newly accessible ovary. "What a disappointing display!" Akane cringed as her manager chastised her, though from her overly-cheerful tone and mannerisms it seemed more like she was praising her. "I never knew it was possible for you to have such a sloppy fight!" "Yeah, well...seems like I've been having nothing but sloppy fights since a certain gal joined our ranks." The red-haired woman gave a shrug of resignation.

"Oh, there there..." Her manager nuzzled her cheek against the woman's own in a surprisingly comforting manner. Milleford, or Milly, as she prefered to be known, was the in-house doctor of DHW in addition to being an accomplished Huntsman. She was wearing what she typically wore around the clinic, which was literally just an oversized doctor's vest and nothing else. The outfit showed off the jagged scars that looped around several areas of the Huntsman's arms and legs, marks that Akane usually found her eyes drawn towards in Milly's presence. The woman couldn't help but wonder what sort of Demon could cause wounds like that. Akane allowed the overly-familiar rubbing to go on until Milly abruptly groped one of her unprotected breasts, at which point she figured she should probably put a stop to it. "Buzzkill." Milly huffed as she scooted away from the red Hunter.

"Anyway, after that first fight, you really need to put on a good show! People are gonna be watching you closely now that the other contestants know your weakness, so you've got a good chance to score some major cash. Oh, and you probably shouldn't use any more magic." The doctor passively swiped her white bangs out of her face before continuing. "NFC fans are pretty vigilant people, and if you use magic willy-nilly-" She waved her arms spastically for emphasis. "-someone's gonna notice!"

"Got it." Milly's advice struck some familiar chords in Akane's brain, but she didn't have the heart to stifle the girl's cheerfulness by telling her so.

The NFC, or Naked Fighters Club, was an underground fighting organization that regularly held bouts in numerous cities around the world. It had a reputation among the law for being notoriously durable, always managing to remain running no matter how many venues were raided or officials were captured. The rich of the world simply funded the organization back out of the ashes each time it fell. Akane had once been a fighter in the club, and a pretty good one, too, but she eventually left to allow herself to focus on Demon Hunting. Now, she was ready to make her grand return.

That was the plan, anyway, but fighting with such an easily exploited handicap proved to be about as troublesome as Milly had said it was going to be beforehand. While the preliminary round had ended in Akane's favor, there were still two more rounds to worry about, and the huntress doubted that the rest of her opponents would be as willing to sit back and let their guards down as the first. Thoroughly disheartened, Akane let out a heavy sigh.

Ten minutes of back-to-back fights occured before the prelims were finished, the eight contestants having been reduced to four. Figuring that she'd been sitting on her ass moping for long enough, the red Hunter stood up and stretched briefly, her gaping cervix drooling a line of fluid out of one corner. "Looks like this fella is excited for the next fight!" Akane suddenly felt Milly's tongue drag over the bottom of her prolapse and shivered as the girl shoved it into one of the tooth holes to lick at her sensitive uterus directly. She very nearly allowed herself to drop out of the tournament then and there so she could spend the rest of the night with the doctor, but her self-control won out in the end, allowing her to sprint away from the horny Huntsman at full speed before she could do anything to make her completely lose it.

It didn't take long to get to the opposite side of the octagon at the pace Akane was going at, so when she arrived the announcer was still writing the names of those who won their preliminary matches into their semifinal spots upon a large whiteboard. 'Looks like my next opponent is...Lightning Lindsey? Sounds like an agility-based fighter. Wonder what kind of style she uses...' Akane mused as the name was written next to her own. Her gaze held on that name for a moment, idly thinking over the possibilities of her next match, before drifting up towards the words prominently recorded at the top of the board:

"GRAND PRIZE $50,000!"

"Hot damn, that number never stops being impressive." Akane found herself smiling at the mere prospect of having all that money at once. It wasn't like it would be her first time getting that much from a single tournament (she was a NFC veteran, after all), but getting so much cash just for beating people up never stopped being awesome to her. "Isn't it?" A fairly short blonde girl standing next to Akane voiced her agreement, her blue eyes fixated on the grand prize. "It's too bad only one of us can get any of it. Imagine if everyone who participated got at least a little money. Wouldn't that be great?"

While it would be pretty nice, that sort of system would definitely have some sort of trade-off. "No use thinking about what-ifs. All we can do is beat the crap out of the person that's put in front of us and hope we can do it enough for it to be worth it." "I suppose so." She ran a hand through her shaggy yellow hair and sighed, offering her other hand to Akane a second later. "Have fun beating the crap out of me then, Miss 'Akane of the Hanging Garden'." Her deep blue gaze briefly flicked down to the tall woman's dangling privates. "Fitting name, by the way." Akane held her soon-to-be opponent's stare with one of her own as she took the waiting hand and firmly shook it. "Same to you, 'Lightning Lindsey'. Guess we'll see how fitting yours is soon enough." Lindsey gave a cheeky smile at that as she turned away, already walking off towards her own bench while the Hunter returned her red-enclosed pupils to the brackets.

So many dreams had already been crushed that night, and the amount would only increase as the sunrise approached...yet Akane wasn't worried. Her desire would not be denied, no matter the cost she had to go through to achieve it.

After all, Leanne was depending on her.

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Apparently, Lindsey's nickname was as accurate (if not more) than Akane's. The girl managed to dash around the arena quickly enough that the red Hunter had trouble tracking her with her eyes, let alone reacting to her attacks. Blow upon blow landed cleanly on the prolapse between her thighs, the organ flopping back and forth like a beached fish from the constantly alternating blows on either side of it.

Akane was quickly being whittled down by the assault, but she was starting to notice a pattern to the enemy contestant's movements. They were extremely fast, but she seemed to have trouble making any sort of sharp turn. Right as Akane was planning how to utilize this weakness, a solid strike landed straight on her dangling ovary through the fleshy walls obscuring it, forcing the swollen orb to vacate some of the woman's precious eggs and squirt them onto the floor. The whirlwind of pain and pleasure from the ovary punch and all the uterus punches that preceded it filled the fighter, nearly knocking her unconscious on the spot, the only thing stopping her from doing so being sheer determination.

That same determination to achieve victory kicked the Hunter's senses into overdrive, seeming to slow time down to a crawl as her body pushed itself to its limits. 'Heh, strange timing ya got there, body.' Her brain, sped up along with the rest of her processes, took in all the information it could about Akane and her surroundings. The audience, watching with obvious interest (a lot of it sexual, if the numerous boners were any indication). Lindsey, her mouth set and her eyes glittering as the tides of battle flowed in her favor. Milly, observing with boundless worry in her eyes despite the overall mirth of her expression. Akane's mind even noticed that her egg-filled egg was now lopsided from a fairly major dent it had in one side.

The woman stuck her arm out to the side, her body still seeming to move in slow motion in comparison to the swiftness of her thoughts, orienting the limb to be just the right height to match Lindsey's forehead. Not nearly possessing the ability to dodge the obstacle in time, Lindsey collided with the arm with all the momentum she had built up from zooming about.

Needless to say, the girl wasn't conscious after that.

She fell to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut, her body sliding along the white floor of the octagon for a distance before finally coming to a stop as Akane's mental faculties returned to their normal speed. With the match over, the announcer's voice enthusiastically rang out the obvious results. "Winner: Akane of the Hanging Garden!" The resulting clapping this time around was far more uproarious, a few cheers and catcalls joining in with the rest of the applause.

"Damn, kid...really had me on the ropes for a while there." A weak chuckle came from the victorious fighter as she left the caged arena, seating herself next to Milly, who squealed from excitement and wrapped her arms around the naked woman beside her. "Great work, Akane! It really looked like you were going to lose, but that finish...mmm!" The girl made an appreciative noise, unable to properly formulate her feelings into words. Akane simply looked towards the doctor with a confused expression. "Uh...I don't really get why you're praising me this time around. Seemed pretty similar to my first match to me..."

"That's not important." A few words and a casual wave of her hand was all that was required for Milly to completely avoid the subject. "What is important is that you're prepared for the championship bout!" Milly firmly placed her hands on either side of Akane's face and forcefully turned it back towards the octagon, where the other semifinal match was about to begin.

The participants in this match were quite a stark contrast. One fighter was tall and ridiculously muscular, with flowing locks of bronze. A confident look was upon her face as her eyes ran over her black-haired opponent's body. The other was short, rail-thin, and perpetually quivering. She looked like she was about to vomit.

In the same instant as the ringing of the bell, the ripped woman rushed forward, immediately slamming a ham-sized fist into the smaller female's petite chest. The massive strength behind the attack sent the girl flying backwards at the speed of a bullet, but her opponent wasn't finished yet. Before she could hit the cage the woman was behind her, locking her fingers together and swinging her mace-like fists right into the short girl's back, which knocked her back towards the direction she had come from. Assuming it was already over, the bronze-haired battler watched her enemy skid against the ground until the thin form slammed head-first into the opposite side of the cage.

"Ha, oops. Looks like I've killed this girl too!" Boisterous laughter came from the muscular woman as she struck a victory pose, oblivious to the still-twitching body of the smaller contestant. Milly hugged Akane tightly and pressed her lips against her ear. "That bronze bitch is Ballistic Brenda. Her opponent from the first round died against her!" She paused for a moment, turning her head away from the side of Akane's to look back towards the stage before again kissing at the red Hunter's ear. "It seems this one won't be meeting the same fate, though."

True to Milly's words, the other girl shakily rose to her feet, blood spilling from a gash on her head as she coughed up more of the thick red fluid. The sound of her coughing drew Brenda's attention back to her. "What, need a little help moving on? Don't worry, I'm a merciful soul." The powerful fighter gave another laugh as she confidently strode towards the battered girl whose legs were shaking so badly that it appeared she would collapse at any moment. A tiny noise escaped from the girl's mouth, so quiet that even Brenda was unable to make it out. "What'd you say? Speak up." "...urts..." "Louder."

"It hurts." An ear-to-ear grin spread the girl's lips as Brenda abruptly found herself trapped by a pair of arms now wrapped around her own arms and torso. No matter how she squirmed or flexed, nothing was able to break the bear hug entrapping her. At first Brenda considered her stuck state to be naught but a minor inconvenience, but her opinion of the matter quickly changed as the pressure being applied increased by fifty times its previous strength, her arms quickly breaking under the new weight and forcing the strong woman to screech her suffering.

"I surrender! IsurrenderIsurrenderIsurrender! Just get her off meeee!" Brenda screamed as the hug's strength began increasing again. Before anyone could even react, another snap was heard, Brenda's body slumping backwards in her opponent's grip before falling unceremoniously to the ground as the girl let her go. "And that..." Milly whispered to Akane. "...is Janice the Jackal."

Brenda was carted off shortly after the results were announced. From what Akane had gathered from the various conversations she had eavesdropped on while she waited, the woman would survive the damage, but her arms would take a long time to mend and it was unlikely her back would ever heal completely.

Her eyes casually glanced in the direction of Janice, who was seated a few benches over, sporting a new bandage wrapped around her head and another around her meager chest (though the wrappings went around her hard pink nipples rather than over them and left the lengths completely exposed). "Worried about your next fight?" Milly asked from her position behind the red Hunter as she massaged her shoulders.

"Just a bit." While the fight that Akane had just witnessed was quite a frightening display of power, she wasn't too worried about things. They'd worked out up to this point, after all. Why would that change? Maybe Janice would get hit by a bus or something before their battle began. That would certainly be convenient.

Despite her optimistic musings, Akane knew that such a thing was impossible. If she wanted to win this fight, she'd have to do it through her own merits. But how could she defeat an opponent with such ridiculous endurance? Obviously just beating her down wasn't an option, since doing so would inevitably trigger her retaliation, yet crossing that off the list didn't leave many other choices...

"You know, that girl must've gone through so much pain to become what she is today..." Milly idly commented as her hands ceased their massaging and came to rest upon Akane's shoulders. "It makes me wonder what would happen if someone were to show her a bit of love." Those words were enough to light the flame of imagination within the veteran Hunter's mind.

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The tape suddenly cut out at that point, the screen shifting to static amidst groans from its viewership. "Dammit, the recording must've screwed up somehow..." No matter how Akane pushed and prodded at the video player, it refused to cooperate. "Shit. I think it might've broke."

"Let me see." Pushing Akane out of the way, Leanne tried her hand at fixing the rebelling piece of technology.

"Didn't really matter anyway." Eris was the only one of the group that didn't seem particularly miffed. "It was pretty much over."

Meanwhile, Milly's expression was already brightening. "Well, at least the part where I gave Akane some crucial insight got left in."

After pressing a few key buttons, the image finally found its way back onto the display. "Ha! I got it!" Leanne turned towards Akane, desperate for approval, but the Hunter was obviously rather preoccupied with her failure to fix the machine herself. "These hands...what are they for?"

"Well, anyway, it seems like quite a bit got cut out. Where are we at now?" Milly asked, prompting everyone to turn their attention back to the TV.

End of Part 4