<span style="color: #FFBF40"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of Delecroix</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Devona</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/16aaa03c-d70c-49d0-833d-aa82d7697d9f_zpsf037c19c.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Sir Abel M. Delecroix</span></span></div></span><br/><br/>Abel was mostly humoring Martine, but there were points were she had got him by surprise. She was a lot faster than he had expected considering he had managed to catch her in the halls, and she had managed to slap him in the ass with the broad of her sword. He should have expected what she would do, but still he was left a bit astounded.<span style="color: #0040FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"One - zero. You are too slow, old man. Is that all you manage? Maybe I have to look for some younger husband,"</span></span></span>Martine threatened playfully and Abel decided that perhaps it was time to show Martine what he could really do.<br/><br/>The distance between them closed as he moved suddenly towards her, changing his direction in the same way she did. He then delivered two blows, both of which Martine had managed to fend off, but then he suddenly ducked down and swung his feet across the ground catching Martine off guard. Her eyes went wide for a second, but she managed to catch herself. Abel had not expected that and thus had straightened quickly to deliver a blow to Martine's chest with his elbow. She fell backwards and landed on the ground, her breath whooshing out of her and dust flying about them. He held the point of his sword to her neck, though it wasn't touching and they both were breathing heavily.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"One - one, Martine. Am I still too slow or may I continue my goal of marrying you?" </span></span>he asked as he took his sword from her neck and offered her a hand instead. She was an amazing fighter--and very sexy.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"I must admit, you are more skilled than I had thought you would be. I should know better than to underestimate a vixen like you. Your father has taught you well--not many would know to use speed where they lack in strength. I know that I would not wish to fight you on serious terms, as I might actually lose," </span></span>Abel admitted feeling oddly proud of Martine. He had always worried that if he were to marry and go to war that he would come back to a ruined house and a dead wife like many noble men--but seeing Martine fight, he knew that would be unlikely to ever happen.