<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40FF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Martine Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest daughter of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d5668922-425e-4e73-8f97-dd73233101dd_zps99f99557.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Martine pouted when she found herself on the floor, catching her breath. He had surprised her and she was angry on herself that she had not expected such a simple move. And it made her glare at him, she was extremely eager in everything she did and she hated it to be bested by her own stupidity. She ignored Abel's hand and scrambled back on her feet, taking position again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“That doesn't count, I expected you to fight like a knight, not like some dirty mugger on the street. But ok, I understand now, that everything is allowed. Better prepare yourself, Sire...”</span> <br/><br/>Martine started to move again around him, but she saw that her future husband was taking her now seriously and wasn't opening his defenses anymore. Her face started to show annoyance and she mocked some attacks, without being able to trick him into another fault. When she moved quickly out again, she seemed to lose her balance and when Abel immediately came for her to use the advantage, she suddenly stepped to the side like a hare escaping the dog and her free hand went up and sprayed the sand, she had picked up from the ground when she had been down last, in his face. Abel coughed and rubbed his eyes, when Martine's happy voice filled the training grounds. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Two - one, old man. Don't ever think that a pretty young girl can't play dirty..." </span><br/><br/>Her sword nicked his throat and from the border of the training ground she heard some applause and some laughter.<br/><span style="color: #80FF00"><br/>"Isn't that the one, who challenged you, Tristan? Looks like you really would have some opponent in her..."</span><br/><br/>She looked over and saw the same guards who had crossed her way in the hallway. She winked at the one guard she had silenced earlier and then took her sword away from Abel's throat and stepped back.</div>