"Look, its not what you think!"
"Not what I think!" the blonde warrior sneers and presses the tip of her blade against your throat, her foot pressing on your chest. "I saw you with my mother bent over the table in the Great Hall! How is i not what I think?"
"Your mother... it was consensual!"
"I very much doubt that."
"Have you spoken to her?"
"Well... no, I guess not..." The blonde girl looks confused for a moment. Taking your chance, you kick her legs away from her and lunge for your sword as she hits the ground with an indignant squark. She is quickly on her feet though - this girl is nimble! - and you find yourself facing of once more. You circle each other slowly.
"I'll make you pay for that."
"we will see!"
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