I grunt as your sword pushes me back, and I take a few steps back to gather my breath. You're panting just as heavily as I, yet your mouth continues it's incessant teasing. You don't seem to take anything seriously, switching from insults to subtle flirtation, and back again so fast I fear you're going to give me whiplash. Do you ever shut your mouth, your highness? I readjust my grip, before lunging for you again, swinging my sword up in a diagonal arch towards your chest.
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