<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.imgur.com/dtJfDal.jpg)</div>A skillful flick of the blade sent Valanna's blade clattering across the ground, and with a movement which was even more automatic and unthinking Logarius found his gauntlet upon his rival's breast. Elven armor, particularly around the most dexterous parts of the body, was incredibly thin, and so the sensation was not so much rough and painful metal, but rather like that of a silk glove clamped down on Valanna's breast.<br/><br/>"Perhaps I'll help you learn to use these breasts properly!" What was he saying? Logarius wasn't sure, but he liked the sound of it. "These are unbecoming of a warrior; perhaps you might be more inclined toward serving as a courtesan."<br/><br/>The groping only lasted for a few moments as Logarius released her. There were so many eyes upon her... what was that reaction she had had? Was that... no, the only person who felt he knew for sure what it was was Henrik, for he had seen it himself so recently. Was his lady truly this wanton? Had their experience the other day awakened something within her?<br/><br/>"Pick up your blade,<em>warrior.</em>" Logarius sneered, waiting patiently for Valanna to do as much. He could end the duel right here, right now, but something told him there would be so much more waiting for him if he did not.