"Off with your head!" Drakken cried. She turned in time to see him swinging something at her face. She dropped to the ground, sweeping his legs.
"That was uncalled for," he groaned, sitting up.
"You're the one swinging swords at my head!"
"It's a sabre, and I wasn't really going to hit you!"
He accepted her outstretched hand, standing slowly.
"Where'd you get that thing, anyway?"
"I've had it. Fenced in high school."
"Cute."
"Not really. Mostly nerds hitting each other when the instructor wasn't looking."
"Like this?" she teased, snatching up the sabre and smacking his side.
"Ow! Shego!"
