Normal POV
The sun was beginning to set, and Logan was almost done grading his paperwork and finishing his fifth cigar that day.
Suddenly his ears twitched, picking up panicked footsteps along with a familiar smell of steel rising up from his seat Logan quickly went out sliding the door to his classroom with a muffled thud.
Logan silently walked crouching a bit he sniffed picking up a scent he was intimately familiar with. Yes, he could recognize the smell of a wet dog anywhere "Setenta.." he murmured his eyes zoning out for a while.
-flashback-
He had been traveling for a few months now following a rumor regarding a godslayer that resided within the land of shadows, someone who could kill an immortal "is this really what you want James? Do you think you can follow after me when you die? How can you be sure after all you weren't born here in this world," came the haunting voice of Morgan.
Logan's fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening "shut up! You're just a hallucination. I—I k-killed you," he stammered the words thick with barely restrained emotion.
But the voice gave no answer, and when Logan dared to look back, the ghostly figure was gone. He exhaled shakily, the tension leaving his shoulders in a rush. The land of shadows loomed ahead, its presence foreboding, marked by the stench of rot and death that assaulted his senses the closer he drew.
He was close the scent of rot and death entered his nose the closer he went up the hill he was walking up on
The sky above was a dull gray, devoid of light, and the air felt thick with an unnatural cold. Logan's breath misted before him as he climbed the final hill, his every step heavy with exhaustion and determination.
At the summit the land spread out below him a twisted desolate expanse where life itself seemed to wither.
His senses flared as a faint sound reached his ears an almost imperceptible shift in the air in an instant Logan's claws were out, gleaming in the dull light. With a swift motion he caught a crimson spear between them the force of the impact pushing him back slightly with a grunt, he released the weapon watching as it flew back into the hand of its wielder.
A woman stood before him her presence commanding and dangerous. Clad in a tight purple suit with armor on her knees and shoulders, her red eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity. Her long purple hair flowed behind her, giving her an otherworldly appearance
"Quite impressive for a mortal not many can block my initial attack...but then again not many have those on them," she said her gaze flicking to his claws.
"Look lady I am not here to cause trouble I am only searching for someone to help me with something," Logan replied sheathing his claws
The woman's eyes narrowed slightly studying him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion "and what is it that you seek?"
Logan took a deep breath, steadying himself "I'm looking for someone this person was said to be human that had managed to gain the power to kill immortals mainly gods I've heard they reside in this land, and I need their help," he explained.
The woman's expression shifted a small, a knowing smile playing on her lips "you seek Scáthach, the warrior and guardian of the land of shadows," she replied causing Logan's head to perk up a bit "you know her?" he questioned.
She let out a small hum "know her? heh...I am her," she declared.
"So, you're the one they talk about," Logan muttered his tone more of a statement than a question. He took a cautious step forward his eyes never leaving hers "I've come a long way to find you."
Scáthach tilted her head slightly her expression still guarded "and now that you have, what is it you want from me?" she asked her voice carrying a hint of both curiosity and challenge.
Logan hesitated trying to find the right words "I need your help," he finally said pausing for a moment "in killing an immortal or at least someone with an ability like it," he continued.
"I see...and who would this individual be?" she asked causing Logan to swallow "it's...me I've been walking this world for some time now and I am tired of it I've tried every kind of method to end my existence, but I always heal back so please I ask you...put an end to me," he said kneeling down with his head down.
Scáthach's eyes softened slightly the curiosity in her gaze shifting into something akin to understanding. She approached Logan slowly her steps measured and deliberate as she stood over him, she studied the man before her, a warrior who had clearly endured more than most could comprehend.
"You seek death," she said her voice quiet but firm "yet do you truly wish for it to end, or is there nothing else that keeps you tethered to this world?"
Logan remained silent for a moment his head still bowed. The weight of his journey, the pain, the countless battles—everything weighed heavily on his shoulders he didn't ask for this reincarnation...he didn't ask for these powers it was just supposed be a fantasy maybe even a dream but here he was now.
"I've lost too much," he finally murmured out his voice barely above a whisper. "Everyone I've cared about is gone. I'm just… tired. Tired of fighting, tired of surviving but no matter what I do, I keep coming back. It's like I'm cursed to keep walking this earth alone."
Scáthach crouched down in front of him lifting his chin gently so that their eyes met "death is not something to be sought lightly," she said, her tone carrying a rare softness "but then again I am not someone that should be talking about that since I too understand the burden of immortality...," she muttered trailing off at the end.
Logan's eyes searched hers for any sign of hope "so...can you help me or not?" he asked once again as Scathach contemplated on her answer "I can indeed help you but first...you must battle me should you defeat me then I will end you if not then you must become my student," she said spinning her crimson spear.
Logan stood up from his kneeling position getting into a wild like stance and unsheathed his claws out with a satisfying shink "alright I can definitely do that we have an agreement," he said.
After he said that there was now only silence which built up into a thick tension that made the air between crackle like electricity in the air. Logan's eyes narrowed, his feral instincts kicking in as he let out a guttural snarl he lunged forward, his claws slashing through the air with wild, unbridled fury.
Scáthach ever the seasoned warrior, sidestepped his initial attack with fluid grace, Gae Bolg Alternative spinning in her hand as she moved. But Logan was relentless he spun on his heel and came at her again, this time swiping upward with a vicious strike aimed at her midsection the sharp metal of his claws gleamed dangerously in the dim light.
Scáthach blocked the attack with the shaft of her spear the impact sending a shockwave through the ground beneath them. Logan didn't relent he pushed against her weapon, his teeth bared in a savage grin. With a burst of strength, he broke the deadlock and followed up with a powerful right hook aimed at her temple.
Scáthach ducked under the blow and retaliated with a swift jab of her spear aiming for Logan's side. The tip of the spear grazed his skin, drawing a thin line of blood, but Logan barely flinched and the wound he attained healed back like it was nothing. Getting on all fours he went around in a zig-zag motion
feinting to the left and then coming in low, aiming to rake his claws across her legs. Scáthach leaped back just in time her feet barely touching the ground before she sprang forward again delivering a powerful kick to Logan's chest. The force of the blow sent him stumbling back but he quickly regained his footing and charged at her once more.
Scáthach was a master of both precision and technique. She danced around his attacks with ease, her spear flashing like lightning as she deflected his strikes and delivered punishing blows of her own.
Despite Logan's relentless assault, she remained calm and composed, her eyes never leaving his as she studied his every move, he was more like a feral animal that fought without style but rather with instinct.
At some point, Logan managed to break through her defenses his claws slashing across her arm and drawing blood. Scáthach merely smiled a glint of admiration in her eyes as she wiped the blood away with the back of her hand.
"Impressive...now show me more!," she exclaimed settling into defensive stance.
Logan snarled in response his eyes flashing with anger. This time he leaped at her with his claws outstretched, but Scáthach was ready. She sidestepped his attack and with a swift motion, brought the butt of her spear down on the back of his head sending him crashing to the ground with a groan of pain.
Logan slowly rolled to his feet with a growl shaking off the blow as he came at her once more. He moved with blinding speed, his claws slashing through the air in a frenzied attack. Scáthach met him head-on her spear spinning in her hands as she parried his strikes and countered with devastating precision.
The battle raged on with both fighters refusing to back down. Logan's fighting became even more feral, his attacks growing more desperate and wilder as he pushed himself to the limit. Scáthach on the other hand, remained a calm and deadly force, her movements fluid and controlled as she gradually wore him down like one would do with a bull.
Finally, as Logan launched himself at her with a final, desperate strike Scáthach saw her opening. She sidestepped his attack and with a swift and brutal motion, drove the tip of her spear deep into his side causing him scream out in pain.
Scathach's foot came down landing a blow on his face causing him to crash down hard into the ground.
Breathing heavily, Logan struggled to get back on his feet, but his body refused to obey even as his wounds began to heal back. He looked only to see Scáthach, standing over him her spear pointed at his chest.
"You fought well," she said her voice steady and devoid of malice "but this battle is over," she declared removing the spear away from his chest.
Logan growled in defiance, but he knew she was right he had given everything he had, and it still wasn't enough he could only sigh only to lie back down in sudden surprise as Scathach laid on top of him pinning his shoulders "what are you-" he was cut off as Scathach took his face into her palm and kissed him causing his eyes to go wide.
She grinded her hips against him she momentarily separated from him a string of saliva briefly being left behind "I cannot reward you with death, and as agreed you will be my student however I will reward you for managing to land a blow on me not many could have made me bleed as you have," she said feeling his manhood rubbing against her ass.
Logan looked at her for a moment before exhaling "ah what the hell," he said bringing his arms around her waist taking her back into a make out sessions.
-INCOMING LEMON-
He then broke the kiss as he took hold of her legs spreading them a bit further for easy access to lower area as she helped him take her pants off, he unsheathed his claws and tore off her suit exposing her wet slit before retracting them he then proceded to shift their positions so that Scathach was facing his dick while he faced her folds.
He brought his tongue to her folds giving her cunt a long lick tasting her sweet juices. Scathach shivered from his tongue as he began licking her clit and her opening. He continued pleasuring her with his tongue before inserting his fingers into her.
"Ah!" she moaned as her grip tightened around his shaft as she felt his fingers probing her insides. With her free hand, she reached around grabbed him by the hair and shoved him deeper into her womanhood while her mouth suckled on his cock. Logan continued to lick and finger her pussy until he felt her walls tighten around his digits.
"Ahh!" Scathach cried out as her cum erupted all over his fingers and mouth while at the same time she sucked him even harder until he let out a moan mixed growl without even flinching she swallowed all of his cum.
"Alright enough with the foreplay," he breathed out flipping her back on top of him.Scathach gave him a lustful grin before guiding his rod towards her slit and impaling herself on him in one swift motion.
"Nnngg!" Scathach moaned, biting her lip as she started to ride his cock. Logan placed his hands on her ass cheeks as he began thrusting his hips upwards, meeting her every movement "damn..who would have thought you would be so tight," he growled into her ear.
Scathach smiled clenching her core thus making her pussy even tighter which caused him to let out another groan as she rode his shaft and pressed her breasts against his chest. He brought his left hand to the small of her back as his right hand reached for her ass, giving her soft butt a squeeze as he bucked his hips up faster and harder.
He began nipping and sucking on her neck which caused her to bite her lip as she rode him even faster. He was going to say something until she crashed her lips onto his once again.
Logan felt her pussy tightening around him as his dick throbbed and twitched inside her, she was close.
He broke the kiss as his breathing grew heavy "you wanna cum?" he growled "Mmmhmmm," Scathach nodded as she licked his neck and cheek. He began to slam his cock into her pussy with all of his might "AHHHH!" she screamed as she came.
Logan roared as his hot cum erupted inside her, painting her walls white with his seed. Their fluids mixed together as they both came down from their high, panting as they lay their holding each other.
Logan felt himself getting hard once again and Scathach could feel him growing inside her.She rolled off of him and lay on her side beckoning him to come."Ready for round two?" she asked.
Logan grinned and climbed on top of her once again "oh yeah" he said lost in his instincts and lust.
-LEMON/Flashback end-
That was how Logan had met Scathach...but not exactly how he met Setenta no he met the kid much later.
-end of chapter four-
Alright here is a long chapter to make up for not updating in so long...updating will be slow as I have back-to-back college classes that are taking their toll on me already so please be patient with me thank you.
In this fanfic I made it so that the legend of Cu Chulainn starts right after King 'Arthur'