Duel by the Lake!

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

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Windows 95 waits for her opponent, her face stony. She seems unaffected by the cold night air.

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[operathon.livejournal.com]

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.

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

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.

[operathon.livejournal.com]

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.

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

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?"

[operathon.livejournal.com]

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.

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

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.

[operathon.livejournal.com]

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.

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

whssht

She's behind him, back turned.

Calmly, slowly, she turns and sheathes her sword.

[operathon.livejournal.com]

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."

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

There's a brief grunt as the blade slashes her hand, but she stays still.

Until his last words.

The stone of her expression becomes, for an instant, an erupting volcano.

There's a final glint and slice. A second cut, slightly deeper than the first, on the other side of his face. The scarred side.

And the mask, driven by the slash, soars up, somersaulting.

Again sheathing her blade, the OS says, with a deadly calm, "Recall the sex of this duel's victor. You are nothing compared to the Mac girls, my true enemies." As she turns bck towards the bar, she adds, "I recommend you hold your tongue about others- it is a shame to have your soul reflect your face's appearance."

And she walks away.

[operathon.livejournal.com]

Startled, completely caught offguard, he ignores her comments as he fumbles for the mask with haste before anyone can see it, the deformity given to him by Satan as a joke. Erik presses the snow laden mask to his face rather quickly before he rushes back to the Bar, he needs time in his room, the mask is only there by the will of his hand.