Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150610231734/@comment-26208189-20150611051555

Nicole crossed Pierceval over, holding down the Yankee's own sword. "Nicole Knightley. Future knight of the Round Table. My mother most likely knew your father." Her arm strained to hold down the sword. Just as it was about it pin her down, she lifted her arm up so that his sword could drop with enough weight. Dissapointing though, as it didn't. "But you may just call me Nicole."

Nics ducked quickly, squarely missing the blade above her head. "Pleasure to make your... acquaintance."

She stood and placed the flat of her blade just a few inches over her face, a block to his next swipe. "But a sharp sword and a blunt personality hardly ever make a good combination."

Pic's not mine, but Nicole would most definitely take this look.