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Petra reaches the lake edge and stops as the water seeps though her shoes.

Two more steps...

Bonzo stops short of the edge of the water.

"I'm not coming in there and risking you shorting these out, Petra."

"Seems I'm rather safe then aye?"

Petra grins, even as her feet freeze. If she could live though Russia in winter, she could get her feet wet.

Bonzo shakes his head, growling under his breath.

"Well, we can just stand here for a while, then, can't we?"

"Or, you could put my blade on the ground, and take four paces back."

Just a suggestion. Petra is grinning wickedly. She might pay for this with a cold later, but it would give her an excuse to stay away from people for a bit. She would pay the price.

Bonzo sighs, and relents. He sets her saber on the ground and backs up four paces, keeping his eyes on Petra the whole time.

Petra quickly gets out of the water and picks up her blade, all the while keeping her eyes on Bonzo. No supprises wanted.

Cold...

Bonzo takes up a ready position, clearly more than slightly annoyed at the water stunt and/or the snowball.

Petra gets into position, frowing slightly at the condition her feet were in.

Careful, or I'll wind up cut in half this time.

"Lighten up Bonzo!" She calls out as she takes the upperhand and attacks.

Bonzo blocks the attack, and hits back hard...this time, his anger/irritation is feeding his fight.

Petra loses her smile quickly, as her feet give out under the stress that was caused by the force of his blow. She stumbles backward, attempting to get her footing back so she can meet the next blow. Her numb feet are making this rather hard.

Bonzo strikes another blow, aiming for contact with Petra's saber and hoping to knock her off balance.

Bonzo hardly needs to knock Petra off balence, she already is! But with the attempt she goes down completly, cursing her numb feet silently. She keeps hold of her blade and begins to think of way to stand up.

Without getting cut in half of course.

Bonzo approaches with care, keeping ready for a swing at his legs as he points his blade at Petra's chest.

Kabobs anyone? Petra thinks.

Surrender? Never.

Stalemate?

Bonzo keeps his focus as he holds his blade in position.

"Now, what should I do with you, Petra?"

"Give me a moment to think about how to get out."

Petra replys promptly, mind working overtime.

"Try yielding?"

Bonzo adjusts the blade's position slightly.

"Don't make me destroy you."

That -is- said with a slight grin on his face.

Petra smiles.

"Na, You could surrender though."

And she moves, she's courting some rather harsh burns, but unless Bonzo decides to move the blade and an inopportune moment she might get away with it.

Mostly it involves kicking out at Bonzo. Not to hurt, just to knock him down.

Bonzo takes a deep breath and takes the stab at Petra's heart. It's the quickest, most painless shot available.

"Don't say I didn't offer you the choice."

"Well, I like to take the hard road out of life."

Petra sits up, and leans forward to rub her right foot.

"Any objection to going inside for a bit?"

Bonzo shakes his head.

"None. And I'm sorry about that, Petra..."

He offers her a hand to help her up.

"Why sorry? I feel no remorse in killing the enemy."

Not these days anyway.

She grabs his hand and stands up.

"Lets go." She leads the way into the bar.

Bonzo sighs.

"I could have disarmed you just as easily."

"Well, an inch more and I would have killed myself on your blade, and it was hardly my blade attacking you at the last."

The bar is warm on Petra's face and she slips into a stool on the bar and orders something warm, She continues as she takes off her shoes and socks.

"You really should not feel so badly for 'killing' me. Mercy is for when you know they cannot hurt you. I still had my blade, and my mind, thus, I was still a threat."