Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20190821065545/@comment-36855838-20190821130546

I walk over to my opponent, sword sheathed, and whisper into her ear.

"Buzzards."

As I draw back, she looka me in the eye, and nods very slightly.

"If you best me, I won't really care if you're with them, as long as you're with me, too."

I shrug.

"Let's dance!"

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Our shining rapiers, the clash of flexible steel, the evening sun, bathing our battle in light and shadow.

Soon, I am growing tired of all the footwork, though she bears ten wounds, and I none.

Still, I do not lose focus, remembering my basic skilks above all else, and which I have practiced most of all.

I land another blow, and another "hole" in her flesh gushes red.

Her face is red, her breathing is heavy, her footfalls grow increasingly clumsy.

She manages to land a single strike, before collapsing from mana loss.

Panting, sweating, I plant my blade into the sofy soil, and at last take a sip of water from my EverChill flask.

The werewolves cheer, and some clap their paws.

The pack leader walks up to me, a slight and intentional sway to her large, child-bearing hips.

"Well done mr. fencer! I think we found our man, girls!"

The pack begins to close in, and I kneel in front of the leader.

"I do not plan to overtake your positionat this time, I've grown quite tired of fighting, and I'm willing to roll over for you. In addition, I have but one request, let my new wife join me in the pack."

The current alpha rubs her chin for a moment.

"Deal!"

The pack swarm us, and in mere moments we've been carried off to a small cottage in the forest.