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Faeirex and Keth
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Date Posted: 11:35:44 06/27/02 Thu
Faeirex carefully examined the swords offered to her, weighing each in her hands. She looked speculatively at Keth. Not only was he taller than her, but heavier and stronger as well. He would have a definite weight advantage.
So there was no point in picking a large sword that she would not only have to struggle to lift, but would also slow her down. Her superior speed was going to be her greatest asset here. Thoughtfully, she picked up the lightest weapon. It was little more than a rapier, sharp-edged and quick to bite. She would have to be careful not to cut him. The weight however was perfect. The sword melted into her arm as if it were little more than an extension to the limb.
"This will do."
Keth waited idly for her to reach a decision, casually swinging his longsword back and forth between his hands. He was already pondering on the possible outcomes of the duel. Lómódë was certainly very lovely, but she was equally certainly totally unavailable. No matter what, he couldn't allow any feelings other than comradeship to develop for her. She was a girl who could break a heart in the time it took her to fire an arrow, and he couldn't afford to let that happen to him.
But that doesn't mean I want to kill her! he thought, eyes widening, when he saw the sword she had chosen. It was little more than a toothpick!
"You can't fight with that!" he said incredulously.
"Try me."
"Don't say I didn't warn you." he cautioned her.
*****
They assumed guard stances opposite each other, swords raised in a mock salute. As soon as the whistle sounded, Faeirex moved onto the attack. She had already judged that a defensive stance would be impossible- she lacked the strength to parry a lunge if he put all his weight behind it. But by attacking, and making her cuts quick enough to deny a riposte and keep him on the defensive, she should be able to force an opening to disarm him.
Gods, she was fast. Keth was young and fit, but his breath was ragged with the effort needed to block every one of those lightening cuts, and he hadn't even managed to get in a decent lunge yet. Every time he tried to counter, she had already moved, ducking neatly under the blade to attack from behind. Her fighting style was odd- recent fencing styles mixed with what were clearly older techniques that he wasn't familiar with. It was almost impossible to meet her, because he could never be sure what she would do next. Giving a muffled oath, he swang to meet another strike...
Her sword came down in a crown cut and he ducked, moving his weapon sharply up over his head to defend himself. The two hilts locked together and, seeing his oppurtunity, he stepped back quickly and stood again, using his superior height and strength to force the blades downwards. Her arms buckled under the strain and he bore down on her, seeing victory in his sights.
Her mind worked quickly, offering several different solutions to the problem. Wearing a mask of innocence Faeirex allowed herself to fall backwards to the floor, seemingly beaten. The sudden loss of pressure made him begin to fall forwards too. Again resorting to her speed and agility to save her, Faeirex continued her momentum and moved into a backwards roll, jerking her legs up between his and knocking him forwards. Rolling out from underneath him, she pulled the sword clear and flowed to her feet, slipping it into position over his neck as he hit the dust.
"Do you yield?"
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