Talk:Salamander/@comment-460372-20150923080752/@comment-23603505-20150923085952

Eyeing the Salamander with a hardern glare I slowly unsheth my blade she does the same, we approach each other with extreme catution looking for weakness in the other's stance. As we circle each other like koi fish in a pond locked in a dance,We danced our blades sang though the night air in harmony each blow as delicate as a brush stroke, such control was becauty in my eyes. We exhanged blows for what felt like an enternety netheir side willing to surrender. As our blades clashed at the middle of the bridge in the mist of a tug of war I complimented her control her technique all were flawless in excution the Salamander blushed at the compliment and her gaurd eased, I pressed her more with honey words until her blade quivered and when she lowered her gaurd I striked. At the match's end I took up the swordswoman's hand not her sword and intented her to dine with me later that evening.