Flarq, Thesaurus, Moses, and George cheered for Gus—even the rat seemed to jump up and down in exhortation—but their eyes belied their fears. Nelson and Duq wagered on the outcome of the duel, drawing the ire of Flarq. “How dare you be against the Cap?” Flarq asked Nelson.
“Of course I want the Cap to win,” Nelson said, “but whatever’s gonna happen is gonna happen. Also, Duq gave me ridiculously good odds.”
Meanwhile, Gus gamely blocked several blows from Verman. Finally, he lunged himself. In defense, Verman swept Gus’s sword away with such speed that it gave the illusion his rapier was a second shield. The rasp of steel against steel stung the eardrums of all within leagues of the Georgette. Verman then sallied forth and shot his rapier anew. Hoisting his de facto shield, Gus managed to repel it with a resounding peal. Verman immediately sent his blade hissing forth in a blinding series of slashes from which no one but an expert could escape unblemished. With a groan Duq fished his wallet from his pants to pay Nelson.
{Shite! The battery on Gus’s computer is out of bars. I will recharge it and then continue…}
Shite indeed. Although Queen Sybill has a very disarming style, she has left us in media res. I do wish Dan could provide her with a marine battery or a n'AC adapter at this very tricky pass.
Poor Gus, he seems rather outmatched, but has given tit for tat, asking no quarter. What a pity he never had time or n'inclination for fencing lessons before now (but where a cat-food worker could come by them, I certainly don't know).
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oh gawd, miz b. the mcfinster brothers are givin' fencing lessons in the back garden. i hope the first aid kit is handy.
well isn't this latest a bit of a nail biter? *looks at ruined french manicure* it's a wonder we don't all have chronic xanax perscriptions. right now tho, the tequila is soundin' pretty good. *toddles off to self-medicate*
"the re-armification of gus"
good one, mrs. B - glad to see someone still handing them out.
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