shot of joy to duelists, 09.04.2019

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en garde, I hear someone say as I see your wolfish smile glint from behind the face guard. floret raised, you wait for me to lunge. I smile back and grip the handle of my weapons. I refused the high class of sword play, and instead opted for the worksman tools. the axe that splits the logs. the dagger that skins the deer. it's the lady and the woodsman here. I take a step.