Hunter and James step out onto the field.
“Your moves, gentlemen.”
While Elise and Matija seemed to make it look easy… She felt like an insurmountable obstacle.
Hunter and James step out onto the field.
“Your moves, gentlemen.”
While Elise and Matija seemed to make it look easy… She felt like an insurmountable obstacle.
James decided to start easy. He approached and bowed.
Hunter walked very very slowly.
Sara yawns. Spinning her gun around.
“Come on now.”
James waited for a heartbeat, before throwing his shortsword again, not at Sara, but at her gun.
Hunter tried to see if she could be distracted in any way.
“So…How old are you Ms.Sara?”
Hunter whispered to James.
“Keep her occupied.”
James threw his sword at Sara’s gun, but she continues spinning the gun, and it deflects the sword back at Magnus, landing by his feet. How heavy was the gun anyway? It was only a pistol…
“Asking a lady for her age? How lovely of you all.” She grins, putting her free hand on her hip.
“I mean, age is just a number, so I’m curious.”
Magnus silently picked up the shortsword, so Sara didn’t notice.
“Magnus. Don’t…I know what to do.”
“Well, aren’t you the charming little one. What if I told you I was 47 years old?” She giggles.
Clearly lying.
When Sara turned to see Magnus, which she obviously will, she will only see the Trident, not the sword.
“I would believe it.”
“That’s the most bullshit thing I’ve heard of ever since my family told me ‘Good luck’ “
Faustus peeps up, still in a state of conserving energy.
“Aww, you flatter me!” She smiles.
“But, I’m not that experienced after all.”
She grabs the gun, halting its movement.
James was now unharmed. He grabbed Hunter’s wooden sword and swung forward, forgetting everything, trying to knock the gun away.
“Give me space when the right time comes James…Just get her off her game.”
Hunter was going to draw out his steel sword.