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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 23, 2017 11:03:19 GMT -5
James watched in surprise as the Romani appeared rather suddenly. He glanced up at the rooftops. Rather high-up weren’t they? It was amazing; perhaps he’d have to try this mode of stealth. But James quickly shook his head at the thought. No, that would result in a broken arm, at the least. He drew his attention back to the situation, but almost immediately a frown graced his lips. More French. He should’ve expected it, honestly. They were in France. So instead he moved a step closer to Grace and whispered lowly, “I hope you know what’s going on because I don’t.” He said with a light, careless tone of voice, but his eyes were narrowed carefully.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 14:51:13 GMT -5
Grace was doing her best to suppress a grin as she listened to the exchange, looking back over at her shoulder to see Navya as well as James and Philippe. Raising an eyebrow at his comment. Thankfully she was very familiar with how this all worked out and what was going to happen. "Ah, yes. Just so you know the Romani in front of us is called Fell and the assassin behind us is Navya. Just a fair warning Fell has a weird way of greeting people he likes, so whatever you do don't get involved or you could make a mess." Grace advised quietly before taking a step closer to the Romani.
A wide grin spread across Fell's face, pulling Grace's signet ring out of a pocket and tossing it to her. "Your grace," He said with a joking air, giving her a small mock bow. "I'm guessing you have a lot of questions or just decided to stop by. But you know the rules for visiting." He added. Beckoning for her to come over as he pulled out a sword.
Grace slipped her ring back on before walking closer to the Romani without hesitation, the moment he seemed to advance she instantly pulled out her twin swords. Briefly having a standoff before the blades started flying. Both of them were good at sword fighting and were familiar with each others fighting styles. So this was likely going to take a bit longer then the average fight as they managed to block or avoid each others swings or stabs.
Navya stepped forward she so was just behind Philippe and James, having leaned her staff against the side of a building and pulling out a curved, dagger with an extremely detailed jade and ivory hilt. Just in case. "Well Philippe, who do you think will win thing time?" She asked dryly, this happened literally every time anyone tried to call on her Romani companion. Philippe groaned at the question. "Are you kidding? No one because they'll have to stop because they aren't getting anywhere since they aren't trying to hurt each other." "But Grace did win last time, did she not?" Navya pointed out. "Imagine how messy it would be if they actually fought, trying to kill one another."
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