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Daleria sheathed her sabre as she gave Rapieratce a defeated yet unsatisfied glare. He had an annoying habit of having an ability to get on her nerves and get a good laugh at her while he was at it, and most of the time she did not have the option of biting back. He even had the cheek of doing it in front of the others, rendering her option called Beat Rapieratce Up useless. The colonel laughed it off lightly, as he always did, and easily sheathed his own blade with a fluid motion. Daleria glowered at him and thought mentally to herself.
Mental note to self: Will beat colonel next time, and make sure that smile is wiped off his face while at it.
The others were simply looking on in silent amazement, especially the ones who had trained swordplay with Daleria before the occasion arose. It was not humanely thought possible that anybeast could disarm the captain that most probably could had ridden them of their blades while reading a novel and balancing a ball atop of her head. Well, not that any of them would have thought that she would have parried with the colonel, as the colonel rarely parried with them, but that was beyond the point. The show had not disappointed, though, and it was something most would remember for some time after that. Glamoren simply took it in his stride, walking over to help up a random squirrel who had nearly got his tail chopped off while scurrying away from the two and the various sharp items of steel that would not have been nice to land on, all the while remonstrating the colonel with disapproval.
'I thought you knew better than to do that, 'Atce. You nearly beheaded a good number of creatures while the two of you were at it, y'know. In a confined space, furthermore. Lady Consellariel would have disapproved. Greatly, I might add.'
Rapieratce shrugged nonchalantly as he removed his shoulder strap for a while, glad for the release from the pressure that had burdened his back all too often for the past few weeks. It felt incredibly heavy to him, regardless of its actual light weight. Holding the weapon loosely in his left paw, he stretched his back and yawned slightly before putting up a defence for himself.
'Don't blame me, 'Moren. It was far too tempting to resist. You try resist your temptation to prove your skill with the blade after being cooped up with a few million, rather exerting I might add, training session and a couple of hundred pounds of extremely boring paperwork waiting on your table for the next morn every day. I fear I might have let my standard drop. And besides, it's not my fault that Dale wanted to make so many bally turns and twists. I would never have added such fancies to my play, you know me well enough. It was either block and attack or stay and get chopped. You choose.'
Daleria heard him.
'Hey! It was better than staying still and doing nothing!'
Rapieratce laughed lightly.
'I suppose so. Still, you trying to wring my neck earlier on wasn't exactly doing nothing, captain.'
Rapieratce had to evade another quick and annoyed swipe from her paw, jumping backwards and nearly crashing into Longrunn, thankfully regaining his balance in time. Longrunn, evidently, had returned from his escapade in the kitchens and was with the long awaited cure. The sergeant was not at all happy, holding the cure precariously above his head as he stepped away from the colonel, not wanting to risk the cure, even if the colonel had returned back to sanity.
'I say sah, watch were you put your flippin footpaws! I don't think we'd be able to find another cure for Daleria if you knocked this one out of my paws.'
Rapieratce stopped fooling around and straightened himself again, reluctant to give away what little leisure time that he had just received, but knew it was his job. Slipping his sheath back on, though not very willingly, he and Longrunn sought out Daleria and gave her the newly brewed cure. The captain was not happy at the cure by the looks of things. At least, she did not show much approval, as it clearly could be seen. Daleria took a good long look at the cup, of which was emitting a foul smell and still steaming, eyeing it warily with a carefully raised eyebrow, regarding it with great suspicion. If she went by looks, the thing would bound not to taste very nice. She looked up sceptically at Longrunn, evidently not wanting to believe the foul thing was a cure.
'Sergeant, are you sure this is the cure and not the poison? For some reason I don't feel like risking my neck and drinking that thing.'
Longrunn gave her a withering glare, obviously not amused. Daleria returned her gaze to the cup, muttering under her breath.
'Well, it could have fooled me well enough.'
After receiving another death glare, she gave up and dropped her joking attitude and became serious.
'Fine, fine! I'll drink the bally thing!'
She took a final unbelieving look at the cup before grabbing it and swallowing it's contents without much hesitation. Better to get it over rather than delay it and receive even worse after effects. She shuddered when she finished it, coughed once, and nearly broke the cup while setting, or should I say throwing, it onto the table in unhidden disgust.
'Ugh. If there is one thing I would ask of you, sergeant, it is to remind me NEVER to get myself poisoned. Ever again. That thing was positively foul.'
Longrunn threw his paws up in the
air in defeat and rolled his eyes, praying for some sort of patience to
deal with the stubborn captain, while Rapieratce simply smirked and walked
away, called away by Ruft, who was eager to get the vermin off his roof,
literally. Daleria tottered behind, Glamoren trailed after them not long
after, and soon Longrunn had no choice but to follow them, roping in Remora
at the same time. Off to council. How interesting.
