CLASH!
"Come on now, give me a challenge!" Roxanne pleaded, and swung the cutlass forward.
CLANG! CLASH!
"Watch your footwork!" William Turner shouted back at her.
"I should say you should watch yours." She smiled and dove the blade towards his feet.
Will jumped and let Roxanne swing into dead air. Roxanne brought the blade up in the air, and it clashed into Will's with sparks flying in all directions. He pressed down against her sword and it came within inches of her face, Roxanne could feel the heat from the blades. She heaved the blade forward with all the strength she could gather and pushed Will off balance. He landed with a soft THUD on the ground. Roxanne pointed the tip of the blade at Will's chest.
"Avast! I see I've finally bested ye!" Roxanne drawled out her most piratesqe accent.
Will shook his head, only to feel the back of it wet. He turned to his right, seeing the donkey that was no longer turning the wheel, was now spiting at him.
"Everyone's a critic." He shook his head once more, spitting right back at the donkey.
Roxanne laughed and stepped back, lying the sword down on the crafter's table. She sighed softly, eying the beautiful blades set on the wall.
"Alright, Alright! I was going to save this for a special occasion . . . but seeing as you have finally bested me," Will stood up and went over to his workbench.
"What are you getting at William Turner?" Roxanne walked slowly behind him.
Will turned to face her and held out a long, wooden box . . .