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“Step aside, my lady,” said Geraint. One of the camera eyes floated around his curved scimitar to capture the action as it pointed at Baros.
“The lady can fight her own battles,” said Baros. His own blade, a broad xiphos, would’ve met Geraint’s blade if I hadn’t been standing between them. “And she knows exactly where she wants to stand.”
Part of me wanted to let them fight it out. They were evenly matched. I could let them destroy each other and not let them know where I’d decided to stand.
Problem was, I had a v****a and not a pair of balls. And I’d put on a pair of panties before coming to do battle, the big girl variety. So, I had to face this like a woman.
“You knights are an honorable lot,” sighed Baros. “You would’ve made good Spartan soldiers. It’s a shame you have to die.”
