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Perhaps he could have defended himself better, but Sam chooses not to resist the inevitable; it's not like he was particularly serious about fighting Antonia, anyway." "Grazie," Sam says, spreading his arms in supplication. Then the gunshots hit his ears, and he turns to face the incoming...

I am bad boy. Declaring intentions! Phase 3: try for tagging again. He'll defend with passive Footwork. One P5 comes along he'll break off the attack and focus on the newcomers. Then depending on how many brutes there are, in P8 he'll go for a Whirl-enhanced attack against Brutes.

"But would it truly be so terrible to be felled by a beauty such as yourself?" he smirks, levelling his rapier again and going in for a quick one-two combination. He doesn't want to strike at her body; she'll be on guard for that. Instead, he's going for her scabbard; work the tip into the mouth...

"Aldana!" Sam grins. "Yes, truly you are a swordswoman of the old way. I learned from the masters of the Soldano myself; allow me to show you the fruits of my training." 892 Sam advances, going for a cosmetic injury to Antonia; she had a lithe, dancer's body, and it seemed only right that...

I shoudl roll in this soon :(

Samuel bows with a flourish. "Then it seems I must defend my good name before the eyes of all onlookers," he says. "To the first touch, then; it would not do to deprive the world of a chivalrous warrior such as yourself." In a trice, his rapier is out; wavy with the patterns of the sea and the...

Numen's course is pretty much set. She wants to start her program of mass education, infrastructure construction and training up proselytizers and tutors to transform the surrounding landscape.

"You... ah," he smiles, with an extravagantly flamboyant bow. "Donna; it would mar my soul to scar a fair lady like yourself or herself," he says, indicating the Montaignian. "But at the same time I cannot let it be said that I am a boor. Very well; we shall battle for her honor; and outside."...

"Donna!" he exclaims, leaping back in a way calculated to make a huge scene. "Forgive my forwardness, but will you turn these questing pilgrims back at the object of their quest?" As he says this, he's moving deliberately, leaving enough of himself exposed and opened that the skilled...

Samuel leans forward, as though to steal a kiss... but his lips merely draw close to Antonia's ear as he whispers in his heaviest Soldano accent. "You should probably be aware that we are about to be ambushed. Slap me, and I'll maneuver us out of here." He winks to the pretty Montaigne girl...

"I've travelled abroad myself: the rivers of Vodacce flow smoothly at night, almost enough to make you forget about the cutthroat backstabbing that runs wild there. That's what I miss about fair Castille... though not enough to go back. My name is Samuel; may I know yours, donna?" That bit of...

"Or a boring one. I see you favor the beer of distant Eisen; a memento of time spent there, perhaps?" Samuel's manner is easygoing and casual. There's something about Antonia that makes her stand out from the masses; it intrigues him, and he's going to find out as much as he can.

Samuel practically struts into the room, taking in the scenery, human and otherwise, as he heads toward the bar. He's dressed stylishly but subduedly, allowing his roguish features to dominate the impression of any onlookers. He spies Antonia sitting by herself, recognizes her Castilian...

Woohoo!

Smugglign business? Soudns very skullduggerish. I like.