Friday, February 5, 2016

100 Words a Day 783

The tavern was crowded. It was impossible to avoid bumping into people. There was no surprise when a small circle cleared around two men, one elf and one human, and steel was drawn. The confined space forced them to use knives not swords. Observers, and proprietors, preferred this as the risk of injury to spectators, and paying costumers, was much reduced. The duelists circled each other, knives pointed towards their opponent. They alternated taking exploratory lunges until one man worked up the courage to commit. They came together, separating after an instant, one combatant clutching a gash on his arm.

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