Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150610231734/@comment-26208189-20150611042402

Nicole pulled Pierceval from the its holder at her waist. "I like you. No comments about how I'm too small?" She emphasized her last two words, adding some air quotations while she was at it. "Or how a girl can't be a knight?"

She shrugged and pointed her blade at his throat, "Well, you only live once upon a time. En garde!"

Her left hand was held high up in the air while her right swished and flicked along with her sword. It was as if it was only a dance: left foot, right foot, thrust. That was a standard routine her father had tried to imprint on Nicole's head. Too bad she hardly ever listened to that piece of advice. Besides, avoiding routine and being unpredictable was, to Nic, the best way to win a duel.

The stranger's fighting style was rather different from her own. It was more of slashes and slices than Nic's traditional thrust and stabs.

Beads of sweat of sweat were dropping, and Nicole's cape of blonde hair looked as if she had taken a swim with the Lady of the Lake.