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Message: <blockquote data-quote="narayan" data-source="post: 6728134" data-attributes="member: 6677509">Folg, Mogan, SvexynThe half orc reaches for his blade, a heavy falchion strapped to his back, but the duelist is too fast. Before the falchion is fully drawn the duelist darts forward with his rapier pointed under the half orc's chin!Duelist: "Do you yield?" He asks plainly. The witnesses hold their breath while the half orc trembles with embarrassment and rage. Half Orc: "No!" he spits. Duelist: Smiles. "I was hoping you'd say that, but this is too easy... let me give you some room..." He says flicking the tip of his rapier so it draws blood as he steps past showing his back to the half orc.     The half orc sucks in a breath, veins pulsing in his neck and forearms, eyes bulging with anger as he pulls his falchion and tries to chop the duelist in half from behind. The duelist seems to have eyes in the back of his head, twisting away at the last moment so the falchion misses his flesh and only cuts through the air.Unfortunately the half orc put so much energy into that one strike he's unbalanced, making himself an easy target for the duelist who spins and stabs his rapier through the side of his neck! The bystanders gasp, staring with fascination as the half orc drops his sword and twitches while the duelist pulls his blade free, prompting heavy spurts of blood. The half orc stumbles, breath gurgling as he attempts to breath, trying in vain to press his hand to the wound and stop the bleeding. The duelist seems struck with pity after a few moments and runs his blade into his back, through his heart, dropping him like a stone. The bystanders murmur, some making jests and paying off bets, others simply shrug their shoulders or shake their heads.Meanwhile the duelist starts wiping his sword clean on the body of the half orc while glancing in your direction sizing up a young Caishian, a half dwarf a and kobold. Mogan clears his throat and speaks.Mogan: "Why'd you kill him?"Duelist: "That's none of your business stranger. What's a mule like you doing in a place like this?"Mogan: -Answers in a tone that indicates he's not fond of the derogatory term 'mule', applied to half dwarves like himself. "That's not very polite." He complains.  Duelist: Turns to face the three of you, sword still drawn. "Yeah? You think you can teach me some manners than?" He asks with a taunting tone. [Svexyn: What do you do? Any aggressive action will require an initiative roll first.]</blockquote>

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