Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-33426474-20171207130753/@comment-31336039-20171210002620

We joined the training ground with a small group of curious students. It was then that they unsheathed and faced each other. At the signal, the assault was brutal. Nami using her ferocity to try to break the guard of her opponent and Gil, using his techniques to parry and try to find the flaw in her guard.

Nami was an excellent warrior. But Gil came from a family of knights. His sword and techniques were his pride. The teachers had nothing to teach him in fencing and he had already defeated many professional swordsmen.

After ten seconds, they broke off the assault to look at each other. Before taking off again, sword in hand.

That's when you notice the first sign of what you were most afraid of, Nami's tail ignited. Which, knowing her race was not a good sign for you. But you were powerless. Stopping the duel would trigger her wrath on you.

The fervor of the spectators increased when the cape of the knight was shortened by Nami, who saw her thigh suffer a cut in exchange. She step back, touch her bloody cut with a finger and lick the blood on it.

Her flame became livelier. As she restart the assault with even more intensity, which put Gil in trouble. Forcing him to adopt a more aggressive technique to not stay on the defensive.

Blows sounded in the field, the blades rubbing their targets before being deflected. Bloody cuts appeared on both fencers. Their breaths were racing, so much that Gil broke the exchange to catch his breath. Nami also benefited from it. As they circle around the field, keeping track of every movement of their opponent.



Then with a nod, both fighters rushed for the last assault. It was the last day that you could spend with your best friend.

In fact, everyone received enough injuries to have to undergo emergency care. They spent the night in the infirmary. And in the morning, had become inseparable to the dismay of the knight. Who ends up getting used to it with time.

It was a terrible shock for you. Life had lost all meaning as you stayed lock in your room for the first two days, to avoid having to face reality. Cursing all the gods, for putting Gil on your way. Crying over your lost love.

Then gradually, you managed to find back a normal life although bitter. Avoiding staying in the presence of the couple, under penalty of having stomach cramps. With the help of others students to were thinking less and less of them. Even if your grief jump at you the minute you were left alone.

After graduation, everyone follows his path. With the exception of a couple who left hand in hand.



Having little talent for the sword and finding no one to hire you, you decide to join a newly formed company of musketeers. You learn there, the handling of a new weapon, the musket. Not very accurate at long distance but devastating on its victim. With training, you quickly become an accomplished shooter, not the best but competent enough to hit your target without failing, even if your reloading is still lacking in speed. You quickly droped your sword to exchange it with a foil. Lighter and faster. And hiding a small dagger in your boot on the advice of some veteran from the watch.



<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">The seasons passed, your grief fading with the change of season. One night you meet someone, followed by an invitation to dance and several dates. Ending in a wedding.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">Time went on, to find you patrolling a few years later on a road, playing with your new growing mustache, to fool boredom.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">You arrive in front of a bridge, on which a cart was engages on the other side. Behind, you notice a fight, or rather, three young salamanders clashing with wooden swords. In front, a familiar couple who was driving the cart.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">You were going to greet them when Nami approached Gil before kissing him languorously. Which forbade you to enter their little world. With a benevolent look, you move away from the path to give way. They noticed it and greeted you with a nod before continuing and passing you.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">One of the salamanders, spotted you and pointed her sword in your direction. Good player, you raise your hands in surrender for her greatest happiness. She rush to caught back whith her sisters and seem to brag about herself, judging from the way she puff her chest and point in your direction.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">Amused, you smile before resuming your patrol, playing with your mustache while whistling a popular tune. Thinking of your family waiting for you tonight at home around a hot meal.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">Unbeknownst to you, the young salamander boasted of having terrified you by the effectiveness of her fencing. The others laughed at her, calling her a liar which led her to give details on how you raised your hands up with a terrified look on your face. This intrigued the mother who turned around to question her daughter. Before watching your back carefully as you get further away from them.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">"A problem Nami?" Gil worried with his hand on his sword.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">"No, ...I just think we crossed an old friend without knowing it." she replied nostalgically. Remembering the smell and manners of the one who had been her closest friend. "A very good friend."

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