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Wilhelm:  Steel met steel with a piercing screech; he felt metal scraping against metal and saw the brief red glow of sparks in his peripheral vision. The sound came again as Wilhelm lowered himself nearly to the ground and moved forward, deflecting the battle-ax that descended over him and stepping on the haft to prevent his opponent’s next move. There was an instant’s pause, and then a flash of silver stopped just short of a thick neck.
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Wilhelm:  "I win.”
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Bordeaux:  “…I wasn’t ready for that." Bordeaux said softly.
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Wilhelm:  Wilhelm, sweating profusely but wearing a warrior’s triumphant smile, lowered his sword as his hot breath escaped him in heaving gasps. He was using a dull training blade. Bordeaux’s weapon, the long halberd currently trapped under Wilhelm’s foot, was similarly neutered. They couldn’t take a life, but both combatants were capable enough to protect themselves from the other’s blows, anyway. The battle had been intense, but neither of them had so much as a bruise. Any report on the battle would have said both fighters merited distinction. "This means I’ve won seven and lost three. I think we’ve settled this. You were hardly worth my time.”
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Bordeaux:  “I can’t even be angry! Wah-ha-ha, that’s what I get for challenging you. I give! I haven’t been beat this thoroughly in a long time. It feels good!”
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Wilhelm:  "I don’t know what you mean.” Wilhelm had intended to sound spiteful, but instead he had elicited some kind of merriment. He frowned.
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Bordeaux:  Bordeaux dislodged his ax from the ground and rested it on his shoulder. He ran a hand through his short pale-blue hair and said, “How about a smile? You fought me—me!—and won. I can go toe-to-toe with anyone but the royal guard. I guess those other guys you beat weren’t just slacking off.”
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Pivot:  “I suppose not,” Pivot said, “and neither was this young man. It’s…rather terrifying to see one so skilled at fifteen.” He had been watching their duel from the sidelines. Wilhelm had heard people say this about him many times. But Pivot’s voice lacked the awe or fear that normally accompanied this judgment. Not that Wilhelm cared either way. "My apologies that you weren’t able to teach your lesson to such an ill-tempered child,” he said.
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Wilhelm:  “What will you do now? Go crying to your own superiors and get them to send better swordsmen after me?”
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Bordeaux:  “I guess I could, but when you’re built like me, it would look weird to go crying to anyone except maybe the Holy Dragon Volcanica. And if I went running to the Dragon for something as minor as this, I’d probably get turned into a pile of ash!”
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Pivot:  “Before that happens,” Pivot said, “let us tell you why we’re really here, Wilhelm Trias. We didn’t seek you out just to carry out a personal vendetta under the pretext of a contest of strength. Although, given how you acquitted yourself, I suppose our attempt at serving justice would have been moot, anyway.”
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Bordeaux:  “Ouch!” Bordeaux exclaimed.