by Knight Errant » Tue Dec 06, 2011 4:16 pm
Dact watches her carefully as she lunges, sword ready. As she spins to the side he turns to face her, their swords meeting in a clash! "Not bad..." He says, before backing up slightly, disengaging their swords before slashing towards her torso.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.