Chapter#1. We Shouldn't Be Fighting At All
Quatre walked into the fencing ring, looking around for potential rivals before putting on his white mask. Everyone was dressed alike, hiding both status and identity.
As Quatre stretched and warmed up a faceless person walked up and silently challenged him, making Quatre nod and get into started position.
Right, left, parry, thrust, they fenced, the rest of the people around the turning to watch the expert fighters as a desperate battle was fought. Quatre's opponent lunged, aiming for his gut, but Quatre, who wasn't ready to be put back into the hospital again, swatted it away, working hard not to lose his grip on his blunted rapier.
His opponent slowly nodded in respect before beginning it's barrage of attacks again.
Quatre, who was having a devil of a time breathing by now, realized the fight was going to end soon and it he didn't do something he wouldn't end up the winner.
Desperately with the last of his strength he lunged and miraculously his opponent didn't catch it in time for him to gently hit his rival...in the heart. Slowly his opponent nodded before saluting him and removing his helmet in unison with Quatre.
Quatre looked up.then took a step back at what he saw. Dorothy Catalonia?! "Dorothy," he said, speaking his thoughts aloud, "what are you doing here?"
"I would like to have a word with you," she said slowly, softly, "if I can."
"Uh..sure Dorothy," Quatre finally stammered as he followed the blonde woman out, her long hair pulled up in a bun at the back of her head. He tried to ignore its silkiness as they walked.
"Yes? What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" he asked as they entered his study, still dressed in his fighting outfit.
"There's a group of Rebels who're wanting to take over. I thought you'd like to know, "with that she turned and started walking out.
"Wait! Um...how'd you get the information and...what's the group called, if you know?"
Dorothy sighed, turning, "I thought they'd start something interesting. Unluckily, most of them are men and don't appreciate the female mind, so I got no higher than secretary to a bunch of old Generals. The group is called 'Frost's Wings'." With no further ado she left, leaving Quatre gaping at the closed door. He then swore and went off to change.
Quatre walked into the fencing ring, looking around for potential rivals before putting on his white mask. Everyone was dressed alike, hiding both status and identity.
As Quatre stretched and warmed up a faceless person walked up and silently challenged him, making Quatre nod and get into started position.
Right, left, parry, thrust, they fenced, the rest of the people around the turning to watch the expert fighters as a desperate battle was fought. Quatre's opponent lunged, aiming for his gut, but Quatre, who wasn't ready to be put back into the hospital again, swatted it away, working hard not to lose his grip on his blunted rapier.
His opponent slowly nodded in respect before beginning it's barrage of attacks again.
Quatre, who was having a devil of a time breathing by now, realized the fight was going to end soon and it he didn't do something he wouldn't end up the winner.
Desperately with the last of his strength he lunged and miraculously his opponent didn't catch it in time for him to gently hit his rival...in the heart. Slowly his opponent nodded before saluting him and removing his helmet in unison with Quatre.
Quatre looked up.then took a step back at what he saw. Dorothy Catalonia?! "Dorothy," he said, speaking his thoughts aloud, "what are you doing here?"
"I would like to have a word with you," she said slowly, softly, "if I can."
"Uh..sure Dorothy," Quatre finally stammered as he followed the blonde woman out, her long hair pulled up in a bun at the back of her head. He tried to ignore its silkiness as they walked.
"Yes? What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" he asked as they entered his study, still dressed in his fighting outfit.
"There's a group of Rebels who're wanting to take over. I thought you'd like to know, "with that she turned and started walking out.
"Wait! Um...how'd you get the information and...what's the group called, if you know?"
Dorothy sighed, turning, "I thought they'd start something interesting. Unluckily, most of them are men and don't appreciate the female mind, so I got no higher than secretary to a bunch of old Generals. The group is called 'Frost's Wings'." With no further ado she left, leaving Quatre gaping at the closed door. He then swore and went off to change.