Now you've swapped secrets with Piratecat and sialia you think you're unbeatable, don't you?
Well, you're probably right, but at least I can say I chose my downfall.
Berandor recoils from the gauntlet's impact.
"Ow! That hurt! Why do you carry a gauntlet in your briefcase, anyway?" He rubs his reddening right cheek. "Is that how you file a lawsuit in your part of town?
"I.. I guess what you're saying is, I was a little unfair up there. Well, how was I supposed to know you'd read that? I thought you were busy." Berandor grumbles something that sounds like "busy discussing writing late at night". He picks up the glove and hands it back to mythago, brushing off dirt as he does.
"Here. No harm done, right? I mean, you got your glove back, and I've got my quill," he pats his breast pocket reassuringly. Suddenly, his face freezes. From the breast pocket, he draws what looks like a bent bird feather.
"You broke it! You broke my quill! Well, that's it." He lovingly caresses the feather before putting it carefully away. "You can't just break a man's quill and expect to get away with it. You may be the better writer, but that doesn't give you the right to... to..." Berandor is unable to finish his sentence as he starts crying vehemently. After a short interlude of sobs, he wipes his nose on his sleeve and looks at mythago with red eyes, sorrow and anger warring with each other.
"It's on!"
), here's how the Grudge Match came to be.
