How we think the fight will go
Sometimes, it must be said, being a protagonist is more trouble than it’s worth. Not that Susan Sto-Helit was one to complain, but sometimes she would really much rather her days teaching weren’t interrupted by supernatural circumstances whisking her off to do battle with what really ought to be figments of the imagination. Oh, she made do, of course, and was well-respected for it, but honestly, couldn’t someone else be called on to do the job once in a while?Someone like a lady knight, for instance. The fierce and battle-hardened young woman standing in the arena seemed like she would happily go into battle for king and country without a second thought.
Susan regarded the redheaded warrior with resignation. It was one thing to do battle on behalf of the Hogfather; quite another to be pitted against a fellow character.
“I suppose,” she said, voice clipped with impatience. “We should just get this nonsense over with.”
Alanna frowned, hefting her sword and eyeing the blade that Susan wielded. Clearly magic was in the arena with them, deep and old magic that, if given the choice, she would rather not be up against. The Lioness had faced greater foes, to be certain, and she was confident in her abilities. But something about this strangely coiffed woman was simply… disconcerting. Perhaps it was the Look Susan was fixing her with.
Shaking it off, the knight drew her sword. “The quicker the better,” she agreed, shifting into a fighting stance. The other woman did not follow suit – at least not to a degree that Alanna would find acceptable. She hesitated, and then gestured with her shield arm. “If that’s how you’re going to hold your sword, this is going to be very quick indeed.”
Susan glanced down at her a grip – firm, but decidedly untrained, unlike the knight’s. She shrugged. “So be it, then. En garde.”
After another moment’s somewhat regretful pause, Alanna charged. The white-haired woman raised up her sword, and Alanna checked her stride. It would be a quick fight, but she didn’t have to completely humiliate the other warrior. Just as she braced herself for the impact of metal against metal, though, Susan completely disappeared.
“What’s this?! If we are fighting with magic, you should have said so,” she said, temper rising with her annoyance. Susan reappeared beside her, her peculiar sword glowing blue.
“Oh, honestly. I would much rather not fight at all, wouldn’t you? All this running and thrusting of weapons can be so tiresome.”
Alanna scowled, lifting up her sword arm to bring down between them and force Susan back so she could attack properly. But before she could, Susan turned that Look upon her again. And she used her grandfather’s Voice, not unkindly:
“LET’S JUST END IT HERE, DEAR.”
Then that strange sword passed through her, and the Lioness’s last thoughts were only, But how?
Predicted Winner: Susan
NOTE: THIS MATCH ENDS ON Thursday, March 19, 2015, AT 11:59 PM, EST
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