<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0a/44/73/0a447356828c3ab3ca0a98c48c7179a7.jpg)<br/>Sir Pelliton</div></div>Pelliton laughed, as if this was precisely the outcome he'd hoped for. "Lady Ruxvan, when I win, I'm going to show you just how much time I devote to putting a whore in her place," he said. He glanced at one of his soldiers, an ugly looking man with a longbow, and nodded. "Faldric will be my second."<br/><br/>With that, he followed Larissa into the street, taking his place across from her. At the sight of Sir Pelliton, people immediately began to clear the street. When they saw that a fight was about to break out, they flat-out ran. Pelliton seemed relaxed, even as he fell into a ready position, hand poised a hair's breadth from his sword hilt. The silence of the moment stretched out as the two warriors stared each other down. Then the building tension finally snapped, and the duel was on!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pelliton's initiative: 1d20-1 = 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=132132)<br/>Larissa = 1d20+1 = 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=132133)<br/></div></div><br/>Pelliton's hand flew to his sword, but Larissa was faster!