G came out of the bathroom in a t-shirt and boxers. He had made sure Grandthorn had the time to close her eyes if she wanted to. G, unlike most people, was not self conscious in the least because he was proud of his body. He worked hard to get and maintain it, so why would he care how much skin he shows? Stella watched him with rapt interest. His muscles were extremely well defined, his skin toned in the perfect way. He was probably the most perfect man she had ever seen, if she had to be honest. From the limited time she had known him she thought he was very kind, well mannered, thoughtful, smart to a fault, clever, and skilled. He was likely powerful as well. G frowned at something.

"What's wrong G?" Grandthorn asked.

"Don't assume I'm powerful, please. It'll just cause problems at school." G requested.

"Oh, okay. Wait, what is your rank?" Grandthorn asked, genuine curiosity in her voice.

"F-40-30." G replied, pure dread in his voice.

"How?" Stella asked, dreading the answer.

"In our society, what decides a battle is one's magical ability. No matter how good one's sword is, if they don't have magical ability, they're as good as toast. I have no magical ability whatsoever. I'm probably the single best swordsman in the school, but my lack of magical talent, or inability to learn any, keeps me chained to the bottom ranking." G grimaced, then put his head in his hands.

"That is total crap!" Stella yelled.

G looked at her with surprise all over his face.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled. How is it possible for people who are leagues behind your sword play to defeat you?" Stella asked.

"I have no defense against magic, I can't attack from range, and I can't fly. Tell me, aren't those like the most basic things magic lets you do?" G snapped, regretting his action.

The regret on his face at his action kept Grandthorn from retorting back just as aggressively. The fact that he was right also kept her silent. Her head fell and her hair hid her face.

"Your right, that's why you can't win. I'm sorry, I thought you had at least a little magic. I didn't hear you properly when you said 'absolutely no magical talent'." She said.

"I shouldn't have snapped, I'm sorry. It's just, you have no idea what it's like to be bullied and ostracized by people just because you have no talent. No, wait that sounds like I'm whining, I hate whining. What I'm trying to say is, it's not fun, to be reminded that I was born without something that other people have, and be fully aware of that fact, I mean." G sighed. That was whining too! He just couldn't win, could he?

Again, whining, he just gave up.

"Your right though, not a single person, other than you of course, knows what that's like. I would like to help you though..." Grandthorn trailed off, blushing a lot.

She had looked up at the worst time, especially for a woman who has never seen a man before. G was in his school uniform, only halfway. He had gotten his pants on, that was it. His torso was now fully visible. He had an ten pack, how that was possible Stella didn't know, he also had extremely well defined pecs and shoulders. His arm muscles were godly, that was the best she could describe. As she stared at her roommate's body, she began to wonder why such a hard working guy had to be so poorly treated. His body was godlike, yes! Stella finally decided, she lusted for that body, and she loved his personality, at least what she had seen of it so far.

"Umm, I'm sorry. I should have warned you about the fact that I'm half naked." G rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Stella licked her lips hungrily when she saw how his muscles moved.

"I actually think I'm going to have to ask you not to have a shirt on in the room." Stella purred.

G was shocked, to say the least, at his roommate's sudden change of attitude. Guess good muscles truly are a turn on for women. Go figure why movie stars and body builders usually get the hot women. He stopped rubbing his neck.

"Well, if your done looking like you want to eat me, I'm going to finish putting my uniform on so we can get to school." G said.

Stella shook herself and nodded. There would be more time to enjoy looking at his body later. Much, much more time. Her face turned very red then, as she realized what she was thinking.

"I honestly don't mind you doing whatever your doing. I will make this clear, I've been bullied enough in my life. I'm not going to hurt others just because they get turned on by my body, or get excited by touching it. I don't judge people, until they have shown all sides of their personality." G stated dryly.

"Right, of course. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Stella apologized, not looking at the war god before her.

"Stella, I worked hard to get this body, and I'm working even harder to maintain and improve it. I'm not self conscious about it in the least. Actually it would hurt my feelings if you didn't think I wasn't at least a little good looking." G teased.

Stella looked up at him, realization dawning on her face.

"You told me to close my eyes because you thought I would be uncomfortable!" She exclaimed.

"Yup, but now I see that you like my torso. I don't think your ready for down under yet, but whenever you want to, just ask. I may not have magic, but I'm pretty sure that my body is magic. It's like any of my magic talent went into creating the perfect body. Plus I'm ridiculously well endowed." G winked while he said that last part.

Stella blushed crimson red. She had not been prepared for that mental image.

"Well, we should get going should we not?" She asked.

"Yeah, let's go." G agreed

The two walked to school together, not quite hand in hand, but close enough to say that their relationship was a lot closer than one that's less than a day old should be. People stopped and stared at the princess and the worst knight. People of course catcalled, but G ignored it all. Stella on the other hand, finally snapped when someone called G a worthless piece of crap.

"The fuck do you know about true hard work?" Grandthorn snapped.

G was taken aback, as was every other person in the main commons.

"What was that bitch?" The guy asked.

"I have an idea!" Someone called.

G recognized the voice. Page, a good friend of G's, male of course.

"If you think G is so worthless, you sack of shit, why don't you fight him, without magic aid, since your such a leading authority on the value of people." Page smirked.

He had just enough of the pompous asshole act in his speech to make the guy want to fight even more. What the guy didn't realize is that a teacher was waiting just outside of the hall.

"Yeah, sure! I'll happily show everyone that this guy doesn't belong in our school!" He yelled.

The teacher walked in then.

"I'll hold you to that young man. G, are you okay with this?" Mrs.Dreeny asked.

Mrs.Dreeny was his teacher.

"Finally, a fight where sword skill matters! Of course I am!" G said savagely.

Mrs.Dreeny nodded.

"I will notify you two when the arena is ready. Return to your dorms with four select people. Regular sword fights are very short after all." Mrs Dreeny smiled a little evilly.

"Yes ma'am." G and the asshole replied.

"Come on guys, we have a victory party to plan." The asshole smirked.

His friends followed him. Every single one of them was annoying.

"I hate playing the pompous asshole, so much!" Page exclaimed.

"I know you do buddy." G smiled, showing he was truly grateful for his friend's actions.

"Thanks for understanding bud. Who's the girl who stood up for you?" Page asked, nodding to Stella.

"Do you seriously not watch the news?" G asked, incredulous.

"Wait a second, red hair and eyes, firey temperment. You must be Stella Grandthorn!" Page's eyes widened when he realized a princess had defended his friend's honor.

"Yes, that's me." Stella smiled cordially.

"Well then, it's an honor. How do you two know each other?" Page asked.

"I'm his roommate, and we bonded nearly instantly." Stella preened.

Page's eyebrows waggled at her comment of 'bonding'.

"Page, down boy." G joked.

Stella looked confused.

"Guy thing. Well, this is two people, where is E?" G asked.

"Right here. Mrs Dreeny got me right away." A new voice said.

E, another friend of G's. His name was really Erramont. Hence the nickname E, or Erra. He preferred E.

"Right then." G set off for his dorm.

Page couldn't help but be suggestive all the way back to the dorm. G finally bashed him in the back of the head for a particularly dirty joke. Stella now had a vague idea of what this guy thing was, and she didn't mind people thinking that about her and G.

They arrived at G and Grandthorn's shared dorm.

"Crap, you weren't kidding." Page looked a little disappointed.

"Why would I lie to you Page?" G asked.

"Not a lie, just a prank." Page corrected.

"Why would we prank you with that?" Stella asked, exasperated.

"I didn't know either alright! It's just," he began muttering, "a man can hope."

G understood immediately. Stella was an extremely beautiful woman, Page had probably fallen in love with her, or started crushing on her hard. Stella seemed to get the same idea, and then she attached herself to G.

"Sorry pal, but I'm not interested." Stella grinned teasingly.

Page blinked in disbelief.

"I was smitten with this hunk even before I saw his torso." She purred.

G shivered, in a good way, at the sound of Stella's voice.

"Grandthorn, I think we should get inside before we cause a scandal." E suggested.

Stella huffed, then let go of G's am. G quickly unlocked the door, opened it, then put his sword in its scabbard and sat down on the couch. Stella was in his lap in a matter of seconds after he say down. The other two sat on the stools. E was impassive, Page was dumbstruck.

"Stella, I forgot, I usually wear something special for fighting, can you let me get up please?" G asked.

"Fine." Stella pouted.

(Author's Note: Remember this is not a happy story. It only ends badly. If your 40k savvy you'll know why.)

G went to the bathroom, getting out his armor. It had changed a bit over the years. G attributed it to smiths not getting the old shape right. It now looked much more, angry. G shrugged and put it on. He walked out looking super imposing. Stella looked much more interested in the armor now, saying something about how great it would feel doing something to get. Then she shook her head as if clearing it. Page and E looked a little worried about that, but looked even more worried at the appearance of G's armor.

(Author's Note: Hint for G, he's similar to a certain blood thirsty betrayer in a certain legion of damned super soldiers.)

"Hey, G." Page tried to get G's attention.

"Yeah, what's up Page?" G asked.

"When was the last time you wore that armor?" Page asked.

"A year ago, why?" G asked, a little confused.

"Nothing, just curious." Page said.

G was about to press Page further, but the intercom went off, telling the group to head to the fifth arena. It was time to go.