A/N ok, I suck at writing fight scenes of any sort, and I also have written
this to be pure fluff, if you're not a Le Pieu fan, don't take it out on
me, it's just a deluded fantasy of mine, k?
Two hours later, he rode into the woods, his longsword in it's familiar scabbard. She grinned when she saw him. There were a few other people, gypsies by the look of it, who were placing bets on the outcome of the match. He jumped off of his horse, and she got up from the log that she was sitting on. The stared each other down. He was in the same britches and shirt that he had been wearing earlier, but she had changed her outfit. She was in a pair of pants that were quite a bit big on her, and a shirt. "So, you decided to come after all?" she said, staring him down.
"Yes." He said, looking her over. Even dressed as masculinly as she was, he still couldn't help but run his eyes over her.
"So, what do you wager?" She said, swaggering up to him, with arrogance to match his own. When she got no response, she spoke again. "Well then, we'll have to settle this on my terms. You received part of the Baroness du Gent's land, did you not?" He nodded. "Well then, If I beat you in this duel, I get all of that land."
"And if I win?" He questioned, a sneering tone in his voice to match his mouth.
"That's your descion." He thought hard about it.
"I get something of yours." Their was a few sniggers from the gypsies. She nodded, as if to mock him.
"So, you ready to begin the duel, sire?" No doubt this time, she was definitely mocking him. His eyes narrowed into evil slits. He nodded again, and drew out his longsword, looking down it to where she was standing. She nodded to one of the gypsies, and they tossed her a sword.
"I'm warning you now sir, I learned from one of the best swordsmen in the land." She said, taking a testing jab at him, which he easily parried.
"And who might that be?" he asked, swiping at her. she jumped back, and swung at him.
"My father." She spun around, keeping their swords locked, and the thrust at him. it was his turn to jump back, and again tried to hit her. she ducked beneath his blow, and slammed the pommel of her sword into his stomach, making him keel over. She grabbed his sword and easily wreched it away from him, before placing her own at his throat.
"I suppose this means that you won?" he said, gently rising up one knee.
"Yes, and if you move another inch without my permission, I'm going to slide this sword straight across your throat." He gulped, and stayed where he was. "Now, about that land, what else comes with it?"
"The land, and whatever is on it."
"Which is?" She questioned, never moving the sword.
"The house."
"Well then, not much, I expected more from you Monsieur Le Pieu. Much more."
"What are you going to do about it?" She could tell that it was his way of asking her if she was going to kill him. She wasn't going to, but she could let him think that. She thought for a moment or two, the hand with the sword occasionally twitching near his throat.
"Hmm, I'll start with your horse." She nodded at one of the gypsies who quickly brought the horse over to where they were. "And then, how about....whatever I wish from your estate." He opened his mouth, as if to argue, until he felt the cold metal of the back of the blade hit his neck.
"Take what you wish." He said, and she finally removed her sword. She kept his, however, and made him give up the scabbard. She mounted his horse easily, and looked at him.
"Need a ride?" She asked, a playful light back in her eyes, replacing the cold one that had been there moments before. She was one of the most vexing people he had ever met.
Two hours later, he rode into the woods, his longsword in it's familiar scabbard. She grinned when she saw him. There were a few other people, gypsies by the look of it, who were placing bets on the outcome of the match. He jumped off of his horse, and she got up from the log that she was sitting on. The stared each other down. He was in the same britches and shirt that he had been wearing earlier, but she had changed her outfit. She was in a pair of pants that were quite a bit big on her, and a shirt. "So, you decided to come after all?" she said, staring him down.
"Yes." He said, looking her over. Even dressed as masculinly as she was, he still couldn't help but run his eyes over her.
"So, what do you wager?" She said, swaggering up to him, with arrogance to match his own. When she got no response, she spoke again. "Well then, we'll have to settle this on my terms. You received part of the Baroness du Gent's land, did you not?" He nodded. "Well then, If I beat you in this duel, I get all of that land."
"And if I win?" He questioned, a sneering tone in his voice to match his mouth.
"That's your descion." He thought hard about it.
"I get something of yours." Their was a few sniggers from the gypsies. She nodded, as if to mock him.
"So, you ready to begin the duel, sire?" No doubt this time, she was definitely mocking him. His eyes narrowed into evil slits. He nodded again, and drew out his longsword, looking down it to where she was standing. She nodded to one of the gypsies, and they tossed her a sword.
"I'm warning you now sir, I learned from one of the best swordsmen in the land." She said, taking a testing jab at him, which he easily parried.
"And who might that be?" he asked, swiping at her. she jumped back, and swung at him.
"My father." She spun around, keeping their swords locked, and the thrust at him. it was his turn to jump back, and again tried to hit her. she ducked beneath his blow, and slammed the pommel of her sword into his stomach, making him keel over. She grabbed his sword and easily wreched it away from him, before placing her own at his throat.
"I suppose this means that you won?" he said, gently rising up one knee.
"Yes, and if you move another inch without my permission, I'm going to slide this sword straight across your throat." He gulped, and stayed where he was. "Now, about that land, what else comes with it?"
"The land, and whatever is on it."
"Which is?" She questioned, never moving the sword.
"The house."
"Well then, not much, I expected more from you Monsieur Le Pieu. Much more."
"What are you going to do about it?" She could tell that it was his way of asking her if she was going to kill him. She wasn't going to, but she could let him think that. She thought for a moment or two, the hand with the sword occasionally twitching near his throat.
"Hmm, I'll start with your horse." She nodded at one of the gypsies who quickly brought the horse over to where they were. "And then, how about....whatever I wish from your estate." He opened his mouth, as if to argue, until he felt the cold metal of the back of the blade hit his neck.
"Take what you wish." He said, and she finally removed her sword. She kept his, however, and made him give up the scabbard. She mounted his horse easily, and looked at him.
"Need a ride?" She asked, a playful light back in her eyes, replacing the cold one that had been there moments before. She was one of the most vexing people he had ever met.