<b><u>Recruit Ó Floinn</u></b><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">Fiadh was about to show Corporal Jannsen the 'or what', meaning the consequences of putting an unwanted hand upon her.  Then, to compound matters, his Sergeant butted i' and <u>He</u> put a hand upon her!  Unimpressed, but feeling the need to clear her head, the red-haired woman began to count to three.  One..., two....  When her count was interrupted by the blur o' tall young giant, with hair a' red as her own, striking the Sergeant i' the jaw and causing the man to stumble back and fall down.<br/>
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While she appreciated the gallantry, Fiadh felt a little cheated.  Sigh.<br/>
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Corporal Jannsen seemed momentarily stupified, so unless he moved, Fiadh felt she could ignore him unless he put a hand upon her again.<br/>
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Fiadh briefly looked at the sergeant a' he was getting up and then turned her attention to her fellow red-head, "Calm down, calm down.  The Sergeant says he be happy to show hand to hand fighting to us, him and the Corporal both."  Then she turned to the newly risen Sergeant and said, "That be right, tist not, Sergeant?"<br/>
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She wondered if the Sergeant, thinking hisself a wily and experienced fighter, might decide that a' authorized training fight might allow him to save face and wipe the smiles off the red-haired hellions would serve him better than throwing the pair of them into whate'er the army called a jail.  She'd offered the bait but would he bite?<br/>
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Or he might respond with violence then and there, but she shook her limbs lightly and was ready for either one o' the two noncoms....</span>