<div align="center"><strong>A Masquerade Party on Osiris ~ Around 3 and a half years ago</strong><br/>(Thalia and Samson "meet" for the first time)</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/b4/Samson.jpg/397px-Samson.jpg)</div><br/>While Dale decided it was best to berate his date , Samson took the time to removed his mask and coat. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, allowing him the mobility he would need. The humidity and heat of the day would play a factor in the duel as well. They had yet to start but he was already sweating.<br/><br/>"Your honor is worth shit boy." Samson came up, sword in hand and ready to begin. The crowd was eating it up, the Governor of Osiris was imaging how well the reviews of his gala would read the next day. Samson Castle was not past mercy, yet, but he wanted to get this bullshit over with and find his contact.<br/><br/>Richard, the Governor of Osiris, stepped in between the two, establishing the rules of the duel. "Samson Castle and Dale Silver will be dueling, settling their personal issues in a civil manner. May any and all conflict be resolved with this outcome of this duel, as so stated by planetary law. Once I step out, you to may begin, the match ends when a man yields, is unable to get up or upon death." Richard announced before he stepped out of the men's way.<br/><br/>Dale charged and thrust forward, expecting to catch Samson off guard but was parried easily. Their steel clashed loudly as Samson swung, his strength forced the younger man to defend himself or be cut to ribbons. For the first time all night, Dale was unable to open his mouth, his brows furrowed as this rim world peasant beat him into a corner! "*笨天生的一堆肉。・" Dale cursed and began a spirited counter attack. After a few passes at one another, Samson had a shallow cut across his chest and Dale had earned a swelling eye after he had been pummeled with the hilt of the blade!<br/><br/>Both men were sweating, plenty of close calls on both ends had the guest thinking it would be ending then they would each prove how skilled they were with the sword. One thing was clear, Samson was tiring out the man who had a decade on him. "Think of what you are doing boy, you have your entire life ahead of you...pretty little thing you had on your arm. Lay your sword down and you can go back to the party."<br/><br/>"Ohh I will, once I remove your head from your shoulders. Nothing like a good whore to sate a man after a battle." Dale boasted. Samson sighed and pressed another attack, stopping when he kicked the back of Dale's knees and forced the man to kneel. "Yield boy, this is over!" Samson commanded with his blade pulling away, expecting him to do the smart thing.<br/><br/>Dale burned with fury, his sword trembled in his hand. "I....I.....yil.....will never yield to a savage!" He declared, coming up swinging, cutting deeply into Samson's side but it was not enough! Samson's sword cut through the young man's head like a hot knife through butter. Dale's momentum resulted in is standing, his mouth wide open as his body bubbled and gurgled, his body still unaware of what had transpired. Just as quickly as he had stood, he dropped to his knees, his head rolling off his shoulders to the feet of some nearby patrons after the body fell flat onto the perfectly maintained grass.<br/><br/>Some of the females watching gasped in horror, some men as well did not expect such a gruesome end. Dueling had been romanticized for a long time, Samson had shown these people the whole hard reality. Samson reached for the hankie of a nearby patron, thanking him as he cleaned the blood of his sword as he approached the governor.<br/>"Thank you sir, I am glad we were able to handle this issue in such a civil manner." He thanked the man, the sarcasm  very clean in his tone before he grunted. His hand applied pressure to the wound on his side, Samson needed a medic.<br/><br/>Among the crowd a young woman watched the events, a smile spreading across her face. She was the only one wearing a green dress that day, paired with her green-lace mask.<em> So that is Samson Castle...</em>The lady in green slowly began to make her way through the crowd, hoping to catch the man before he slipped away. The man was injured and in need of medic, he was in luck...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>*Stupid Inbred Stack of Meat