She won. Not even a minute lasted. She triumphed me with her fluid movements.
"I don't get it," Ned said. Grabbing the blade that was thrown off his hand. I can't hit her, even with my combat display on, I still, couldn't hit her. "Again," Ned said. Standing with his sweats dripping off his neck.
"Another thousand!" cried Lady Darcey. Sitting atop the barrel with her legs crossed.
The crew put another thousand of Pica on the table beside their captain. It was now a game about Ned, they bet if how long he would last against Cas'a. Before, they bet if Cas'a would use a hand than her blade.
"Twenty."
"Thirty here!" one of the crew cried. Betting Picas and gulping an ale out of enjoyment.
"Na! I'll do fifteen!"
"Still a minute!' cried Lady Darcey. Spills of ale exited her mouth. "Come on, lad. Last a minute!" She kept on tapping her legs with the enjoyment she can't control.
