Date: Wed, 14 May 2008 16:51:35 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  22

Sleeping was easier than the Trio thought. Pare was on a bench against a
cool wall, which eased the hot night air, hot and still air. He had his arm
around the bare back of little Percival who sat sleeping on one side of
him, his head draped on Pare's shoulder bone, one leg wrapped under
Pare's. To Pare's right, the other little boy Evan slept similarly
wrapped. His head was on Pare's chest, ear to nipple. All three slept
soundly with content faces, smiling. Breathing warmly.

The room was a bevy of boys in various states of undress, nudity, and
barely dressed...all asleep. Beneath Pare, on the floor between his legs,
arms and hands draped upward over his thick muscles in his legs was Sole,
Ibath half under him and asleep on some hay. To Sole's right was Aoi, who
held Pare's calf with his right hand. Aaron was under Aoi, his penis sort
of looping into Aoi's loin cloth from behind. The black boy, Dwayne, with
the biggest round outtie, thick and leathery and sticking out far, was half
ontop of Aoi, too, his stomach muscles rubbing against Aoi's left forearm.
Aoi's hand felt up Dwayne's abs. He stuck his finger into Dwayne's belly
button or around it and ontop of it as it didn't go in at all but totally
out. Like a giant peg.

All across the room, the boys were at rest in this fashion and many others.
Erik, a strawberry blonde with a gerbil face not unhandsome, was on top of
chunkier Willet. Willet was chunkier but not fat with more meat on his
middle but he still had the makings of a washboard going on at the lower
and upper torso. He was under Erik and the two boys had similar faces and
freckles. He was sleeping with his head on Erik's crotch, Erik sleeping
with his head at Willet's feet. Head to upper leg. Willet's outtie belly
button rubbed along Erik's outtie belly button. Both had long navels, with
Willet's longer, about two inches out and sort of skinny as compared to his
sides.

Only Fuk was alone. He had sat in a meditation cross legged style, hands
over his chest as he leaned back onto the wall. He dreamt of a quick death.

Yet, the room was so quiet and still, peaceful.

Jolo, the slave master was a very muscular man, a man with a pretty face,
blue eyes, a boyish ruddy color. He had a reddish color to his skin but not
an unhealthy look. He also had more muscles and bumps on his body as that
of a bodybuilder. He had short cut hair and a pair of leather pants cut off
at the calves and brown boots. The pants were tied before they ended but
his stomach was flat and his navel was more horizontal but was round and
big with a swirl upending into the top. Despite his boyish presence he was
intimidating and with him was his Cuban aide, an 20 year old who was even
more muscled and more imposing with a stern face. If anyone looked at him,
they would have said he was African American but he wasn't. He was very
dark though. Flat stomach with nice abs. The two, with almost 100 percent
muscle, liked to watch the boys as they slept and they would jerk off over
the cell or through the bars with each other. Sometimes they would bet on
how far they could shoot or if they could hit the boys with cum. Not that
the boys noticed most of the time. They also liked to think that some of
these boys would be dead by tomorrow night and dead by some of the others'
hands. Winners and losers. It got them off. They would also sometimes bet
on which boys would die or win. Jolo and his aide Beni, were not nice
guys. They also shaved each other so that no hair was on their bodies.



Before long the morning brought Beni to open the gates, armed with a pair
of razor sharp swords, "Time for first battle!"

Jolo called out, "Erik!"

Willet looked worried. Sole rubbed his eyes, pulling himself from a tangle
of boys, "Boy, they don't waste any time in this place, do they?"

Erik moved over to the exit into the arena as the crowd of male spectators
roamed the bench seats. Sole came up behind Aoi, who stood up, "Watch where
they keep the weapons."

A side cell was where. Beni opened it and took out a long sword with a
thick middle and a thin end, "This is for you, little one."

Erik took it confidently. He swung it a few times, "Feels good! Who am I
fighting?"

Beni smiled and looked at Jolo. Jolo turned and took a similar sword to the
one Erik had and pointed, "Him!"  He was pointing at Willet.

Briefly, Erik's confidence fell, he didn't want to fight the boy he loved
but then he swallowed and took a good grip on his sword, "So be it."

Willet saw himself being pointed at and moved past the other boys, who
watched seriously. Only Aaron smiled, anticipating a bloodthirsty, cum
soaked battle. Fuk watched from his seated position. He stared, then turned
his attention to Sole. Sole didn't notice. He was moving forward for the
cell. Aoi behind him now. Pare put his two boys, Evan and Percival back
onto the bench they slept on. The two boys hugged each other sideways as
Pare moved at the cell too.  Willet was given his sword and the two boys
were moved by Beni and Jolo. This gave the Trio a chance to move toward the
cell, where they found three Thoros warrior muscle men pointing weapons. A
spear was at Pare's navel, a thin rapier in Sole's, and a knife held close
into Aoi's navel. Beni and Jolo came back. Jolo laughed, "You didn't think
we'd let the famous Trio..."  He put his hands on Sole's shoulders and
moved from there to Aoi...leaving one hand on Sole's shoulder and one hand
now on Aoi's right lat...moving it down to his side, "...near the weaponry
chamber without guarding it..."  Jolo took out his knife while Beni held
Pare from behind. Jolo moved to Pare and planted his knife at the spear
point in Pare's navel and rubbed along it, "Should I prove to you how
little we care about your past fame?"

"No!"  Sole said, "No need...I...we'll behave..."

"For now!"  Pare spat as the cold weapons left his navel. His penis jumped
at the feelings...first of the hard weapons at his outtie, pressing a bit,
then at the emptiness he felt when the weapons were gone.

"Then get back there!"  Jolo said and moved at the trio, who moved back.

As the three boys moved back, Beni laughed and shut the gate back over the
main and much larger cell. "Thoros warriors," Sole said, "We forgot about
them."

"They're nothing," Aoi said, "I'll gut em like fish."




"Not with your finger nails," Sole said.

Ibath came to them, "The boys are about to start."

"Isn't there any way one can refuse to kill or that both might survive?"
Sole asked.

"This is Nolo's arena...there is no mercy...no surviving for both...one
must die, one must kill."  Ibath said.

The thought made Aoi hard. To live...to die. One would live, one would
die. Maybe both would die. But either way, one must die. The trio joined
the others at the cells windows and floor to ceiling bars where they could
see the battle.

Erik and Willet faced each other and moved closer and closer. They raised
their swords and met their swords slanted across their bodies. They pressed
their swords together and one seemed to move to the other tightly and
harshly. Their faces met between raised Xed swords and ...their lips met
and locked. They kissed to the boos of the crowd. Sole smiled. Aaron asked,
"What are they doing? I want belly sticking!"  For some reason, this got
Sole a bit hard, knowing Aaron was so looking forward to someone getting
gut stabbed through the belly button. His hardness would last as he watched
the battle to cum.

Erik kissed deeply, throwing his tongue into Willet's tonsil. Yet he drew
up his sword from Willet's, sliding it down to point at Willet's side and
nicking it as Willet, surprised and not wanting to fight, drew back a
bit. Willet moved back, his left side nicked and bleeding a small amount.
His penis jumped in his skimpy loin cloth. He yelled and moved at Erik, "I
don't wanna really do this!"

"We have to! It's you or me!"

"Then...then kill me! I will let you!"  Willet put his sword down, "Do it
man!"

Erik moved at him and was about to stab him in the navel, leveling his
sword at his navel. "I...I can't!"

The mulatto and the albino were at their stations, aiming their arrows.
Nolo called down, "Do it or you will get an arrow in your belly button! A
rather nice outtie I might say too!"

"Then do it! COME ON!"  Erik yelled, "Right here!"  He exposed his
belly---as if it could be exposed more than it already was--- to them by
putting his hands to the side of his navel and holding his sword upright.

Willet scooped up his sword and yelled, "NO! We'll fight!"  He ran at Erik,
"Fight me, fag boy! Fight me or I'll stick ya in front of your friends!"

"Now what's he doing?"  Brude asked.

"I dunno," Aaron fingered himself beneath his loin cloth, "But now it gets
good!"  He jerked.

"What he has to do," Sole said, "To keep his lover alive."


Carried away, Willet drove Erik back and then spun around with his sword,
making moves. Erik looked surprised and got angry, "NO! I'll not let you!"
He swung his sword and as Willet swung his, Erik got in the way and
suddenly, Erik's head was lopped off. Departed from his body by Willet's
own sword!

Aoi was shocked, "I...I think he meant to do that."

Pare was wide eyed, "Aoi, I think you're right."

Aaron nodded, jerking himself to a lather, "When it comes down to it, when
faced with getting stuck or sticking, one will choose putting that thing in
the other or in this case...parting a head from a lover's body..."  He
laughed, "Hee hee."

Willet looked up at the mulatto and albino, "NO! NO! I..."  He raised his
sword up and fell to his knees. Nolo pointed at him and then at the albino
and mulatto arrow boys. The boys drew their arrows at a greater angle,
their bony ribs sticking out and their navels taunt on the skinny flesh,
ridges popping out on their buttons. They smiled. "NO! I...I didn't mean to
do it! He just came at me and I...AGRGGGGGGGGGUEGOOOO!"  The albino's arrow
flew and as Willet tried to get up out of his kneeling position, the arrow,
wooden, split the long outtie Willet had into two long stalks. He dare not
touch it--he didn't know where to put his hands. He looked down at it, "God
no!"  Willet managed to stand up...

"He didn't kill him in his belly button," Ibath told Sole, Pare, and Aoi,
"That is the rule. He beheaded Erik so he has to provide the death via
belly button...."

"Cool huh?"  Aaron asked.  A few of the other boys, still nameless to Trio,
agreed.

"Yeah."

"Awesome."

"The max!"

"Da bomb!"

"Fuckin great."

Willet looked at his navel stuck and his two belly button outties with the
wooden arrow imbedded in between. He gulped and then stepped
back. "OHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOGGGGGGAAARRR."  Willet shut his eyes and put his
hands up, "No, not another....another ONENNNNNNUGGNNNN!"  Another arrow hit
next to the other one and went in deeper, the feathered end passing the
other one's. Willet, this time, grabbed the shaft and held it. He tried to
push it out and it looked as if it were him jerking off to it and perhaps
he was. Under his loin cloth, he sprang to life as life ebbed out of his
belly. Then he grabbed the first arrow with one hand and the second with
the other. He lurched forward and for a moment he thought he would fall
forward onto the shafts, churning them upward. "NO! I WON'T!"  But he did
and he fell onto his stomach and the arrows dipped upward, pressing flesh
downward. He found his face on the stomach of Erik. Erik's outtie was on
his mouth, at his mouth. He licked it and drooled in it, dying in
it. Before his final jerk, he had a good time and thought only of
Erik. "Lovvvvv youuu...oh."

The albino gave a high five hand slap to the mulatto, who returned the
favor. They were actually quite taken with themselves for this kill. They
began to masturbate each other over it. Nolo smiled.


Sole looked, "I'm gonna kill those two arrow punks."

Ibath smiled, "You keep making threats but unable to carry through."

Sole turned to him, angry, "Maybe it's you I'll kill."

Fuk stood up for the first time this morning and came past Sole to look out
at Willet's final shudder, "No, it is you and I that will fight...soon."

"I am sorry for you then," Sole said, "Unless we can work together to get
out of here..."

"I will think about it but I do not want to die needlessly..."  Fuk said,
"If I have to, I kill you."

"But you think I will kill you?"  Sole asked, "Don't you?"

"I do not reveal my foretellings to my enemies..."

Sole persisted, "But we don't have to be..."

"You," Beni opened the gates and pointed a sword at Aoi, "Chink Trio, you
are next!"

Aoi shrugged, "Well, here goes..."  He moved to the weapon cell and took a
look in, "That..."  He was given a spear with a tiny thin sharp point at
the head and the head was not big...it reminded him of a giant toothpick
with a small, slightly ridged head on it and a sharp end. Aoi moved out to
the arena and saw that on the other side were two other boys from two other
barracks, "So this is to be a threesome..."

"Foursome..."  Aoi heard a voice behind him. He turned to see Dwayne. "Oh,
oh it's you."

Dwayne had a more traditional spear in his hands, an African one. "Yeah."

"I guess it's us two against them two?"  Aoi asked.

"Somethin like that..."  Dwayne said.

Nolo called down, "You know the rules. Kill or be killed. Now fight!"

The other two boys looked older than both Aoi and Dwayne. One looked all
American. White. Brown eyebrows, brown hair under a bleach blond top head,
a few beauty marks on his left jawline. A round belly button that seemed to
change shape as he moved and he moved so...so confidently. A rich boy, Aoi
thought by the looks of him. Broad shoulders, he worked out a lot. Pecs. A
shallow innie with flesh able to be seen, not too shallow but not too
deep. A sort of dark knob inside, like a beauty mark. He wore a tight blue
thong which dipped in front and dipped on the hips...he might not have been
wearing anything. "I'm Kal Yegher."  16? 17? A young looking 18? Aoi wasn't
sure. Blue boots finished his outfit. He held a long pole axe spear which
had four points on the side shaft as well as one straight sharp point on
the end of the spear, no real head to speak of...just a stabbing point.




"Rickett," the other kid said. He seemed less arrogant but just as
confident. A leather pair of shorts with a vee under the navel exposing
much skin before the penis started.  He was smooth but Aoi noticed the 8
pack of perfect abs and a round line about the innie belly button. Inside
it looked like a mountain range. He was British and very good looking with
perfect skin and a slight tan. His yellow hair hung down a bit on the sides
and was short cut on the top and back.  "Well, no time like the present to
START!"  He had a spear and a sword and he made a fast cheap move at Aoi,
thrusting both his sword and his spear at Aoi.

At the same time, Kal ran his pole axe spear at Dwayne, who side stepped
and kicked Kal. Kal, older, was taken by surprise and when he was sent
flying toward the arena wall. He hit his head but not too hard. Dwayne
laughed and ran at him, expecting to bury his spear in Kal's vee back. As
he stood over Kal, Kal braced his hands against the wall and shot off it,
pushing himself off it with his hands and also holding his spear, no mean
feat. His feet landed on Dwayne's side and hit his right hip, sending
Dwayne to the ground now.  But Kal was on the ground also. He tried to
swipe his pole axe at Dwayne but the black boy was ready for this and
blocked it with his spear on the ground. The two scrambled to get to their
feet, each trying not to let the other. They missed each other's legs with
their weapons.

While this went on, Aoi, miffed that he was attacked by such a cheap shot,
sucker move, went into rage mode. He had ducked backward and fell onto his
butt but rolled as Rickett stood over him trying to spearhead him. Rickett
missed and Aoi stood up over his back as he lunged again. Aoi brought the
shaft down onto Rickett's back and felled him. Rickett fell onto his
stomach. Aoi turned him over and was about to plunge the spear point into
Rickett's bare belly when he heard Dwayne call out.

Kal had his spear around Dwayne's neck from behind. He was forcing the
shaft into Dwayne's neck but the black kid was able to push it back. Aoi
noted he was sure strong for his age, perhaps stronger than Kal had been at
that same age. Aoi played with Rickett's belly button using his spear head
and outlined his abs a bit. Rickett, recovered from his hit, looked down,
sweating as to what Aoi would do. He knew the Oriental kid was just playing
with him and could flesh plunge at any moment. Aoi chose to leave it for
now and went to help Dwayne. Aoi came up to them and Kal tried to force
Dwayne between him and Aoi, fearing what Aoi might do if Aoi came behind
Kal. Aoi pointed his spear head at Dwayne's belly and Kal moved Dwayne. Aoi
wasn't sure why--perhaps Kal miscalculated but he moved. Aoi struck his
spear into Kal and hit Kal's side between hip and belly button. He pulled
out, not wanting it to go too deep. Aoi was conscious that if he would not
make Kal die via the belly button, those arrow boys were waiting to fire
shafts into his own navel.

"Try n show me up, will you!"  Rickett was on his feet and tried to grab
Aoi from behind but Dwayne got in his way.

"No you don't!"  Dwayne leveled his spear but Rickett knocked it from
Dwayne's hands and jabbed at him. Dwayne fell back, hoping to recover it or
have Aoi take Rickett on.

Kal tried to rise but fell to his knees. Aoi was about to send a spear
plunging into Kal when Kal faked a fall forward. Kal grabbed his own spear
up again and swung it at Aoi's knees hard. Aoi fell but rolled over
Kal. Aoi seemed hurt and didn't get up.




Kal wondered what was going on and jumped up. "Get this one!"  Rickett
called. Rickett had Dwayne in the same position that Kal had had him. He
held both arms behind the black boy and moved him to Kal. Kal took up his
spear.

"This'll be easy and FUCKIN FUN!"  Kal aimed his spear but put its head
instead up to Dwayne's navel. "One fast plunge, push, jab!"

Dwayne just said, "Do it, man, do it! Just do it already!"  He was sweating
with anticipation.

Aoi came charging into Kal bodily. "Wha the fuck?"  This swiped Kal off
away from Dwayne, hurting Dwayne's belly button a bit but saving his
life. For now. Aoi and Kal both restood. Kal recovered but used his spear
to hit Aoi's spear. They fought, spear to spear, pressing against each
other. Then Aoi did something totally unexpected. He first dropped his own
spear, then he moved Kal's pole axe down their hands so that one of the
sideways slightly curved spikes was facing Kal's belly button. Seeing Kal's
tight and tense fully lined abs, gave him incentive, "Yum!"  Aoi
pushed. Kal felt it bite into his navel. "OWWWW! YOU LITTLE FUCKER! OWWW!
MY OWN FUCKIN SPEAR!! OWWWFFFFFH!!!"

Kal turned, using his strength against Aoi and he had the spike out of him
and facing Aoi's nice navel. He shoved but Aoi hopped up and then holding
the shaft, dipped, his legs kicking at Kal's legs, knocking them out from
under Kal so that Kal fell at Aoi, his legs going the other way. Aoi then
turned the shaft which was still in both their hands. Aoi rolled, turned
and jerked the shaft forward to find further justice in Kal's belly button.

Rickett holding a struggling Dwayne, only saw dust. When it cleared he saw
Kal hit the dirt back first. Kal's own pole axe seemed stuck to him,
sideways. It was. Rickett panicked, "Well your pal may have won but I"m
going to git you!"  He threw Dwayne down on the dirt and sat on him, his
knees on Dwayne's forearms and sat on him, over his chest, then moved down
to over his crotch. Rickett took out a knife he had hidden, "This will feel
as good as my sword or my spear!"

Kal didn't look but just shut his eyes and winced. He was on the ground and
felt the pain. Aoi grabbed the upper part of the shaft and began to walk
around Kal's entire body, round the head, round the side, the legs, the
feet and back to the head again, holding the spear shaft so that Kal could
feel it. "I want you to really, really feel it! ITTTTTT! FEEEEELL THAT RICH
BOY!????"  Kal was yelling and groaning and moaning until finally he full
out screamed.

"MY BELLY BUTTONSSSSSSSSSAAAAAHHSIGH!"  He huffed but was still alive.

"FEEL THAT DO YA?"  Aoi snarled. Then Aoi heard Dwayne scream again and saw
what was happening. "Fuck, can't he take care of himself for once?"  He
looked at poor Kal and for a moment felt bad for him, "Good fighter, nice
and strong, a lotta strength but I need this..."  With force, he grabbed
the shaft and poked it out, "Sorry..."  He ran at Rickett and Dwayne.

Rickett was about to overhand knife Dwayne but a long pole point came
through his belly button. He looked up and saw Aoi standing behind Dwayne's
head, which was on the floor with the rest of Dwayne's body--still alive
and kicking but not doing much good. Aoi had plunged the entire shaft down,
his hands on the end of the shaft, and he plunged overhand and overhead
into Rickett's fine abs. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!RRRRRRRRRRR!FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!"


"Die!"  Aoi said, "Die well!"

"I am!"  Rickett gasped. The spear exited his back and the point hit
between Dwayne's legs, which is where Rickett had been sitting near on
Dwayne's crotch.

Aoi watched as Rickett, instead of just falling to one side, stood
up. Dwayne said, "Help me up."  Aoi ignored him and watched
Rickett. Realizing Rickett was going for Kal, Aoi grabbed Rickett by the
shoulders and focused him at Kal. Rickett landed on Kal's stomach, stomach
to stomach, the shaft between them, spikes now jutting into both of them
from it. As Kal huffed last deep breaths, Rickett put his mouth over Kal's
and they huffed into each other's mouths until they both kicked. The thong
stretched and white flew out up to Kal's impressive pecs. Clumps there and
on Rickett's abs. One on top the other. Finally finality. Immobility and
death....

Dwayne stood up and suddenly, Aoi who was watching the two die and getting
his rocks off doing so, was hit from behind with the spear shaft of
Dwayne. "What?"  Aoi didn't fall but turned. "What are you doing?"

Dwayne said, "You were supposed to help me up!"

"That's why you hit me so hard?"

"No, fool! I wanted to stab you in your navel!"  Dwayne leveled his African
spear at Aoi's belly button.

Aoi sunk back, "But we're..."

"No, I wanted you to tire yourself out on those two losers so I could kill
ya easily!"  Dwayne snarled, "It's a battle to the death...until only one
of us is left alive and the rest are ...well having their belly buttons cut
out of em or into em like those two jerk offs! NOW DIEEEEE!"  He rushes Aoi
quickly. Aoi sidesteps and kicks out and knocks Dwayne away a bit, so he
had time to roll and get the fallen sword of Rickett's.  He managed to
reach it but Dwayne was over him again and kicked him and tried to stab him
with the spear. Aoi fell and the spear hit his arm. "Is that your sword
arm?"  Aoi stood up and transferred to his other arm.

"I'm able to use both, you traitor!"

"No traitor am I. We told you---there's no mercy in this arena, it's die or
kill or something like THAT!"  He rushed again and forced his spear at
Aoi. Aoi used the sword to block it and Dwayne was forcing the spear along
it so that he could get the tip turned at Aoi's belly again. It was now
that Aoi knew Dwayne was holding back for most of the rest of this
fight---just to fool him.  Dwayne was able to floor Aoi just by pushing
him.

Nolo yelled, "Kill him!"

Yule added, quieter, "If you can."



Dwayne heard Nolo yell and looked up and smiled, "I obey! I will kill one
of the Trio! Many have tried but only I will have...."  But then as Dwayne
tried to raise his spear again over Aoi, Aoi rolled into Dwayne's legs and
toppled him.

Yule finished Dwayne's self confident speech, "...died?"

On the ground again, Dwayne was on his right side and looked.  Aoi had
rolled into his legs. He had been drop kicked or body kicked. He didn't
care which. He would not care about anything ever again. For when he looked
to his right--ahead of him actually as he was on his right side--he saw
Aoi. Aoi was lying next to him. Aoi had been there waiting, lying on his
right side. "Hi there!"  Aoi waved with one hand. With the other Aoi
plunged the sword into Dwayne's waiting navel. It didn't get the whole
navel for Dwayne had that big round outtie, thick and very large diameter.

"Oh, oh, oh my," Dwayne said as Aoi stabbed and twisted, rounding the thick
outtie on itself and mangling it. Aoi unstuck him. "Oh, had no idea, felt
like that..."

"Like this?"  Aoi restuck him and dug into the upper part of the roundie
that wasn't mangled yet and dug it into the body--the hard abs beneath took
it into itself. "Take that into uself, you bastard!"  Aoi smiled.

"Feel good....oh, oh, my, my, my....gut...."

Aoi kept the sword point in Dwayne and jumped up on his own feet and made
as if were going to unstick Dwayne again, taking the point out of Dwayne's
far depths but not out all the way. "AW wad the hell..."  Aoi stuck him
again and curled the belly button. He dug out without taking the point all
the way out and dipped it back in. He did this until the entire bulb was
destroyed and then he jabbed the sword all the way in and out Dwayne's
back...which everyone on one side of the arena could see since the black
dying kid was still on his side.

Dwayne struggled and kicked, "Halp.....me...oh...dear....."

"Help you? Again?"  Aoi laughed and put his hands on his hips. "Oh
hell...maybe if you say please."

"Puh--leeze....puhpuhpuh...ohhhh...uh..."

Aoi gathered up the spear from in between the two dead older teens and as
the bodies fell off each other, he plugged it into the bottom of Dwayne's
belly button that still looked like flesh sticking out so far. He stabbed
deep and dipped the shaft. He let go and admired his handiwork. He found
his own spear and used that in Dwayne too. "You strong boy!"  Aoi laughed
and straddled Dwayne's hip that faced the sky, for the other hip faced the
ground. Aoi also had Rickett's knife and used that on Dwayne's lower abs,
beneath his button and gouged out intestines. "UHUHUHUHUH," Aoi said as he
did this. He stood up finally, "Hey man, I'm tired. Can I stop now?"

"Yes, you won," Nolo said, disappointed. He looked at Yule as Yule clapped.

Aoi bowed to Yule.