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Aww. I love him. He looks like a slightly snarky sweet heart with a big destiny.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
I’m wondering who is going to win this….
Wilhelm
He was in the middle of fitting his sheild onto his left arm. He kept his gaze on his work, but his eyebrows were rising into his hair. They were more trouble to keep in order than either his sword or his shield.
“Heavy weapons prepare us for pitched battle. Strength must be built by long trial in peacetime.” His shield and a polite expression now firmly in place, Wilhelm looked up at his new friend. “I have never seen a style like yours. I would be curious to see your sword.”
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
right?! lol
Wolfgang
He deposited the heavy weapon on the table with a clatter. “You’d win straight off if I tried with that–– Or I might actually knock your head off. I’m going to get my sword… just don’t hack at it if you please.”
He sped to the door and vanished. Racing down the corridor he leapt in the air with a whoop before throwing himself against his door and entering the room with a bang. He seized his training rapier and sped back. He crashed back into Wilhelm’s room with the same force with witch he had entered his own and kicked the door shut with a crash. Lifting his left hand again, he shuffled forward rapidly with several flickering thrusts and spins of his light blade. “On guard!” he cried with a laugh.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Eek! Lol.
Wilhelm
He had been on the verge of telling Wolfgang that he wouldn’t aim for his sword – Wilhelm’s target would always be his opponent, not a weapon – when the boy vanished.
That door had a rough time of it that night. Wolfgang’s reentry rattled the cups left on their table.
“En garde!” Cried the madcap creature as he advanced on Wilhelm, brandishing a long, ridiculously narrow blade. Wilhelm met the attack, his laughter lost in a shout.
Forward. His shield rose to divert Wolfgang’s thrust. His own sword was in his hand the next moment, already darting for an opening. Wolfgang leapt back with easy agility, and Wilhelm filled the gap, pressing the fight back toward the door.
Speed was obviously Wolfgang’s best strength. As the ruling factor of most fights, Wilhelm had to admire the choice. Afterall, that was why he had been trained to fight by reflex over mind. Some things were too slow.
He parried another thrust and struck his first attack.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Wolfgang
The swings of the bigger, heavier blade almost frightened him, but he was too excited to stop. Dodging left and right, shuffle forward shuffle back. Their swords had only touched once or twice and for that he was grateful. He blade was slender, but not so slender as the swords used by the Olympic fencers. This blade was almost flexible, yet retained a needed firmness. The speed and recklessness of his attack had put the other boy on the defense, but, contrary to his normal behavior, when Wolfgang fenced, he was totally locked in, and he didn’t miss the moment when Wilhelm shifted to offense. Wolfgang retreated in front of him for several steps, trying to learn his opponent’s fighting pattern. It was unlike anything he had ever studied, and he frowned as he moved back several steps. Well, the one who dared nothing won nothing. Wolfgang jumped back and to the side, then shifted his foot forward and leaned toward Wilhelm, stamping his foot with every thrust, but holding his position. He did this three times, then suddenly jumped at him.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
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