The Burning Fiend

While holding Windsor, Reynolds was thinking on the battle. He had killed a saint but he felt no happiness, he felt fear. He realized that Lady Luck had blessed him again, if the old man had not been immersed on his lascivious fantasies he only need to fly to again the advantage while forcing him into a passive state.

He had never fought a saint before, he had been complacent when he learned through Linley that most saints had not even reached the 'impose' realm. He could had suffered disaster today. So how can he solve this problem, 'third brother can fly with wind style magic, but I don't have a spell that would allow me to fly. My only choise would be to attack with the 'fire body-spear thrust' but there was a limit on how many times I can use this attack and I would end placing myself in a dangerous situations every time the attack leave me on the air'.

'How can fire allow something to fly?' He suddenly remember that when he was a child his mother took him to a lantern festival, people lighted a candle inside the lantern and it started to rise in the air. 'How did the fire allow that? The fire was not in contact with any part of the lantern except for the candle and there was not magic involved in that'. He kept thinking of the lantern slowly rising through the air. 'If the fire was not in contact with the lantern, then what effect did the fire had? Heat? But heating the lantern would not help it fly... then, what was making fly? Air? Hot Air?'.

He extended his arm producing a small flame on his palm and then focused his perception on the air around the flame and noticed that the hot air started to make its way up. He smiled slightly and then frowned. 'The air trapped within the lantern was heated and thus the whole lantern floated. But I cannot carry a giant lantern around me... this would not help me at all.'

He started thinking again. 'The air do not need to be trapped by a lantern, perhaps I just need a surface to be pushed up by the hot air. Hmm... wings? Fire wings?' He smiled with confidence this time as he imagined himself using the fire elements to create wings and directing the heat down to help him float and moving his wings to change direction like a bird would do.

'If I create fire wings, just like my spear, then I could use the fire body on the point where the wings would connect with my back and fuse with them as I fuse with my spear. It will take time to become proficient with this, but it will help me train the two mysteries on a different approach and solve my most important weakness right now'.

Suddenly a low but melodious m.o.a.n took him out of his thoughts and realized that his left hand had been on Windsor left b.r.e.a.s.t for a while now, perhaps this woman was the incarnation of Lady Luck herself thought Reynolds as his other hand joined in the fun.

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Reynolds had decided to stop at a secluded lake on a small valley, they would not continue their travel until he had managed to solve the issue of flying so he built a cabin next to the lake and the four of then returned to their usual training routine.

Windsor sculpting, Jenne meditating and training her qi while Koral waved her tail determined to master the 'impose' realm. Reynolds added the practice of the fire wings to his training and soon was immersed on it, if it wasn't for the two gorgeous women bathing n.a.k.e.d on the lake every day he would have perhaps trained for a few days without stopping.

For the next six months Reynolds spent time observing birds, trying to copy the feathers and how the formed wings. At the beginning his 'wings' have just been fire put together without any detail and this served the purpose but the effect was very limited.

He was frustrated when he realized that even feathers were made of what seemed to be strands of fur, this increased the difficulty of making acceptable wings but he resigned himself as he wanted to create wings that will still be useful after he became a saint and this perfectionist endeavour will help him increase his mastery and understanding on the 'mysteries of the nature of fire' which was the origin of his 'fire spear'.

To increase his frustration it seemed impossible to control the wings and his spear simultaneously, one of them seemed to lose consistency every time he tried to used them together, but practice makes master and he made progress day after day.

Among the three females, the only one who had significant progress during this time was Jenne who's qi had reached the peak of the first rank. Windsor and Koral kept progressing in a steady way but there had not been breakthroughs for them during this time.

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A full year has passed since they had arrived at this secluded valley and Reynolds was flying on the sky as a couple of fire wings keep moving in what seemed like instinct. Some times he was just floating on the air and at times he was moving at high speed and changing direction on a seemingly random way.

The fire spear on his hands keep dancing on different patterns producing fierce and flexible high speed attacks that Reynolds was sure would make an average saint crazy. He smiled as he returned to the ground thinking of taking a couple of days to relax before leaving the valley to start hunting magical beasts.

As he made his way back he found that Windsor and Jenne were throwing water at each other while bathing n.a.k.e.d on the lake, he smiled and decided to join the fun. He appeared behind Jenne holding her with one arm while the other started exploring her abundant b.r.e.a.s.ts. "It seem that little Jenne had not only become a warrior of the second rank, her b.r.e.a.s.ts had grown as well... don't you think Windsor, why don't you come over and help me check on this important issue?". Windsor melodious voice sounded as her eyes shinned with mischievous light. "Why yes Master, I will take this task seriously!" While Jenne was muttering. "Not fair, Master and big sister are bullying me together again..."