Two Month's Earlier...
"Jane," groaned Gunther. "Can you just call it a truce?"
Jane shook her head. "You challenged me, and I accepted. Now you must suffer in humiliation."
"So?" said Gunther. "The breast band thing was a simple school boy prank!"
"You are neighter in school or a boy." Jane said stubbornly. "And, that 'prank' cost me a whole day's worth of dirty work!"
"Like stripping for Theodore?" teased Gunther.
Jane pushed her sword again and Gunther sucked in a sharp breath as it drew out more blood from his neck.
"Jane, stop!" He tried to argue. "Do you want me to die of bloodloss?"
"Maybe," Jane muttered.
"Let him go." Smithy appeared next to them. How he found them was at loss, they were in the middle of nowhere.
"This is none of your buisness." Jane said to him.
"Yeah!" agreed Gunther, oblivius to the fact that he was being ignored.
"Not until you let go of him," Smithy said. "And anyway's, Sir Theodore needs you."
Jane nodded slowly and let Gunther stand up. As the redhead walked away, she heard Gunther mutter, "Go to Theo, you slut."
Jane ignored him.
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