Frasier struck first, with a diagonal hit. George responded by blocking the attack with his sword's blade.

"You're too impulsive in a fight!" George cried out. "You must learn to calm down and absorb your surroundings if you want to win."

"Thanks for the advice," Frasier said.

He slashed at George.

"...But I don't need your advice."

Blood started too pour out of George's mouth. He fell to his knees and started to tear up.

"That was an easy fight," Frasier chuckled towards the party-goers.

George gave a slight chuckle and sprang up. Frasier jumped in surprise as George's sword grazed his right shoulder and stabbed his tie, then ripping it off.

"That was an Armani tie!" Frasier snapped. "It's very expensive and only comes with this suit! $400.00, man!"

"It's an ugly suit and you payed through the nose for it," George wheezed. He was clearly getting winded.

"You're getting old, old...man," Frasier told him. "You can't stand to fight a young, virile man such as myself."

"I'm not old enough to fight a young, virile girl such as yourself!"

The two engaged in battle, swords clashing and dirty looks exchanged.

George put the blade to his face and started to hum.

"Movin' on up," he said in between hums. "To the East side, mmm, mmm."

A blue aura surrounded him. Runes appeared and swam in the aura.

"Oh no!" Wheezy declared. "George is going to use his Dry Cleaner Special!"

"But he would exhaust all of his mana," Florence said. "Shorty's gonna run out of energy and won't be able to fight."

"Shut up, woman, I know it," George snapped. "That's why I gotta finish him off soo..."

His aura started to fade. The runes flashed white and fell to the ground.

Frasier saw his opportunity and struck George with his blade.

"Why didn't he move out of the way when Frasier came at him?" a party-goer asked.

"Oh, George can't move for a while if his Special is interrupted," Wheezy informed the guest. "It's like Focus Blast from Pokemon."

"Foolish man," Frasier said.

"I'll show you foolish..." George muttered. He rose up and pointed his blade at Frasier. "I'm going to do to you what Wesley Crusher did to Star Trek: The Next Generation!"

"... What?"

"You know... Wesley Crusher, the kid... he ruined the whole show!"

"So you're going to plummet my ratings?"

"No! Well, yes, because your show can't do well with its star being dead and all-"

Frasier ran at him and took a hold of George's eye.

"Eye hope you appreciate the eye-rony of me doing my own reference," Frasier said. "I got this from watching Buffy!"

Frasier took out George's eye.

"No!" George screeched. "Elizabeth!"

"What?" Wheezy snapped at him. "Who's Elizabeth?"

"Sorry, wrong show."

Frasier finished George off with a slice of his blade.

FRASIER WINS. FATALITY.

A deed to several laundromats appeared above George's corpse.

"Your prize," Harriet said, walking briskly into the room.

"I don't want it," Frasier said solemnly.

LEVEL UP!

Frasier: Level 6

Guts + 2

Heart + 3

Smarts + 4

Frasier gained the Samurai Sword! DA NA NA NA!

Frasier's sword vanished from his hands.

"I'm sorry about this," Frasier said. "I should go."

"Frasier, wait!" Harriet ran up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Love + 2

"You have a real talent for impromptu battles."

"Thank you," Frasier said. He walked out the door, Harriet hesitantly following him.