"Oh, within the next ten minutes would be my guess," Autor says, gratefully accepting some popcorn. "You can't give a character a great introduction like that and not show him soon."
"You see, I cannot find him," Inigo says, sitting down next to the masked man. "It has been twenty years now and I'm starting to lose confidence."
"Definitely within the next ten minutes," Autor says.
The masked man stands, and Inigo draws his sword. "You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you."
"You seem a decent fellow," the masked man responds. "I hate to die."
Inigo opens by striking his sword twice and then slashing at him. The masked man dodges, and offers the same. They fence at each other, darting forward and back, two experts in their field. "You're using Bennetti's defense against me, ah?" Inigo says, thrusting with his sword and backing the masked man up a series of rocks.
"I thought it fitting, given the rocky terrain," the masked man says, with a skillful riposte.
"Naturally," Inigo says, lunging forward. "You must expect me to attack with Cappapello."
"Naturally, but I find Tybault cancels out Capappello. Don't you?" the masked man says, easily countering his thrust.
The masked man leaps backwards off the short cliff they were fighting on, and Inigo follows with a summersault. "Unless the enemy has studied his Aggripa," he says, holding his sword at the ready. "Which I have."
"Okay, now this is impressive," Autor says, settling on the bed. "That time I handled a sword, I could barely lift it without the adrenaline."
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Date: 2015-11-10 03:43 am (UTC)"You see, I cannot find him," Inigo says, sitting down next to the masked man. "It has been twenty years now and I'm starting to lose confidence."
"Definitely within the next ten minutes," Autor says.
The masked man stands, and Inigo draws his sword. "You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you."
"You seem a decent fellow," the masked man responds. "I hate to die."
Inigo opens by striking his sword twice and then slashing at him. The masked man dodges, and offers the same. They fence at each other, darting forward and back, two experts in their field. "You're using Bennetti's defense against me, ah?" Inigo says, thrusting with his sword and backing the masked man up a series of rocks.
"I thought it fitting, given the rocky terrain," the masked man says, with a skillful riposte.
"Naturally," Inigo says, lunging forward. "You must expect me to attack with Cappapello."
"Naturally, but I find Tybault cancels out Capappello. Don't you?" the masked man says, easily countering his thrust.
The masked man leaps backwards off the short cliff they were fighting on, and Inigo follows with a summersault. "Unless the enemy has studied his Aggripa," he says, holding his sword at the ready. "Which I have."
"Okay, now this is impressive," Autor says, settling on the bed. "That time I handled a sword, I could barely lift it without the adrenaline."