milliways_bar | Duel by the Lake!

Erik, loving the snowy area, unhooks his cape from around his shoulders, shrugging it to the floor, he readies himself, spinning the sword a few times to warm up. Women, with swords, that has got to be the biggest joke of the century.

"Have you any preference for rules? First blood? To surrender?"

"If it gets to be too much for you, then you should surrender." he grins darkly, the stance he has always used would work for him now, all his training in Persia. It would all work out.

"hmf." She tosses her hair back, readying her katana, standing stock still. "First blood, then. Simple enough, ne?"

She waits for him to make his move.

Steady Erik, your legs are wobbling a bit, you shouldn't have drank that much tonight, steady. He stares at her from those dark inset eyes of his, readying himself for her movements, matching them with his own.

She stays still for a few moments more, then

a blur of pink, a glint of moonlight on metal

Amazing how quickly the girl can go. Her blade slices the air.

A quick block with a grunt attached to it, he is rather amazed at how quick she is but she is small and short, he is tall and lanky. Erik steadies his mind, clears it completely before he slices his sword in her direction with a cunning move of agility.

Shorter reach, but also a smaller target. With another blur, she's just a foot to the left of his blade.

He barely sees her arm move, but there's the whisht of cut air, and then a strange loose feeling in his torso.

There's a slice in his waistcoat.

She tilts her head.

"Do you wish to continue?"

Erik is angry now, this outfit was rather expensive and one of his best, that would teach him not to wear nice things around sword wielding women. He scoffs at her question, he spins the sword around his hand delicately, as if it was a piece of paper, he slices off one of her sleeves with a chortle of laughter, "You?" he asks her own question back in her direction, pleased with himself.

There's a mild twitch in her eyebrow at the attack on her garment.

Fortunately, he's not a werewolf or an evil version of a friend, so she doesn't have to worry about major shreddage. (Or having her goodies on display.)

She hops backwards, ahifting her sword position. "You're determined to see it through, then." A small, predatory smile crosses her face.

Bowing like a gentle, a mock bow as it were, "Mon cheri." he waves the sword about ~~as his mun has no idea what to say~~ in the same cunning move as before.

whssht

She's behind him, back turned.

Calmly, slowly, she turns and sheathes her sword.

Not noticing the cut to his cheek at the moment, as he can barely feel his freezing extremities, Erik stands highly and has his sword come down on the hand sheathing her sword. It's only then does he feel the odd warm sensation to his face, he brings a hand up to his cheek, it was bleeding.

Erik must do the honorable thing now, "I must apologize then, my dear." he says in a near whisper, "Meg Giry does not deserve such talk, she is only a girl."

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Tim is drawn by the sound of battle. For a moment, he even thinks that 95 has tracked down Salzella. Sadly, this is not the case. the smell is different.

"A duel. Fascinating."

And he sticks around to watch. And possibly cheat in 95's favor.

To noe one, he comments.

"I remember when we used to have one of these once a month or so. Beautiful things, everyone would come out and watch..."

Once the last slash is taken, she walks for the bar. And then glances up in surprise.

"Ah! Hunter-san... you were watching?!" She seems mildly embarrassed by this.

"I was."

He nods to her.

"Well done."

"Ah, thank you..." She bows, then checks her hand. "I suppose I'm not completely out of practice," she adds, producing a roll of bandages.

"I simply did what had to be done."

Tim eyes her.

"Not at all. Why did you fight?"

Her face darkens. "He said a bad thing about Meg-chan, and then he cast aspersions on my honor. I could not allow such things to pass."

"Excellent. Indeed you could not."

Tim snaps hsi fingers, and there is mending, to her clothes at least. After all, mending is a 0 level spell.

"Hunter-san, what-" She stares as the rip sews itself up. And then keeps going, the sleeve hole starting to close itself. "Kya!" Her hand retreats into the sleeve quickly.

"Ack, no, no!"

He snaps again, stopping the spell.

"Er, sorry, thought I could handle that,"

"d-daijobu..." She smiles apologetically, drawing out a pair of scissors and cutting the sleeve open again.

"It's... magic, you see. I'm just not made for it."

He blinks.

"It always goes wrong on you?"

"Laini-san is trying to see if her kind will work properly," she says, still a bit embarrassed by the whole situation, "I haven't had any suitable outcomes previously when magic was used on my person, however. It makes things rather difficult."