Talk:Lizardman/@comment-24692561-20151002070623/@comment-27835097-20151012085725

I wordlessly unsheath my sword and prepare to fight. We both stand there motionless for a few moments before she charges me. She attempts a thrust which I parry to the side. I then use the momentum to slam my shoulder into her driving her back a few feet.

Before she can recover fully I make an over-handed slash. Which she manages to roll to the side. She then leapt to her feet and swung her sword at me. I block the attack and make my own counterattack.

It continued on like this for what felt like hours. We feel into a rhythm of attack, parry, and counterattack. All I could hear was the clash of our blades and my own fatiguing breathe. I would be lying if I said that this wasn't the most exciting thing that I had done in a long time.

As time went on both of our movements began to become more sluggish and our breathing more labored. This had to end quickly and who won would not matter. If I lost this fight I could lose with the knowledge that I had fought my hardest.

I put everything I had left into my next attack. The blow connected with her blade but she was unable to stay on her feet. She feel to the ground and I feel to my knees and used my sword to support myself. I shakily rose to my feet and helped her to her feet before walking over to the nearest tree and slumped down in the shade.

As I sat in the shade of the tree I felt something curl up next to me. I looked to my left and saw the lizardman had curled up next to me. I smiled and pulled her closer and went to sleep with my new wife.