War choked back a laugh at the image she'd suddenly got in her head. She didn't think Mictain would appreciate knowing that his words had just given her an image of him being the demonic embodiment of fight-burn-kill then rushing out with bandages afterwards.
"I wasn't planning to get hurt in that match - like I said, it's a test match, with practice swords. The aim is to finally figure out which of us is more skilful or stronger - better, essentially - not to beat the stuffing out of each other. Or that was the impression I had, anyway," she finished, giving him a half-teasing, half-quizzical look.
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Date: 2006-09-01 06:06 pm (UTC)"I wasn't planning to get hurt in that match - like I said, it's a test match, with practice swords. The aim is to finally figure out which of us is more skilful or stronger - better, essentially - not to beat the stuffing out of each other. Or that was the impression I had, anyway," she finished, giving him a half-teasing, half-quizzical look.