Swordfight fantasy : It's almost dusk. All birds have fled,..
Added 2021-10-29 02:06:38 +0000 UTCSwordfight fantasy :
It's almost dusk. All birds have fled, scared by the sounds of clinking swords under the trees. We are sworn enemies, dueling in the woods. We took our jackets off to move freely, we've been sparring for a while already, sweating and panting, a few drops of blo od have shed already.
We're pretty even in skills, yet, I pressed you into the ground, defeated. Eager to savour the sweet taste of victory on your skin, sitting on your chest, I decide to tear your shirt off at sword point. Just the fabric, not your actual skin. You look more confused than scared, and I find that pretty amusing. I could kill you right now. However I got too distracted, and I forgot that if I get the agility and speed, you make it up for in brute strength. All of sudden you grab my sword, push me away and it's your turn to pin me under your weight, except that you're not going for the same mistake : you tie up my wrist in my scarf and find your way under my clothes with your free hand while the blade is on my throat and I can't move an inch. What you then push into me is another kind of weapon.
