I am Inigo! This is the sword fight between him and Westley. I absolutely love how they're such gentlemen about the whole thing.
"If you don't mind, this isn't as easy as it seems. Please kill me or lower some rope or do something useful!" Westley struggled to hold onto the cliff.
"I have some rope up here but I don't think you'd accept since I am only waiting to kill you." Inigo shrugged.
Westley nodded,
"That does put a damper on our relationship!"
"You will reach the top alive."
"How can I trust you?"
"I could give you my word as a spenierd?."
"Not good! I've known too many spenierds."
"On the grave of my father (lol don't remember his name), you WILL make it to the top alive!"
Westley nodded his head slightly,
"Lower the rope!"
Inigo pulled him up and Westley nodded.
"Rest!" Inigo patted his shoulder, "we fight when you're ready. You need your strength."
"You've been more than fair!"
Westley sat down on a log and Inigo sat opposite of him.
"Would you happen to have six fingers on your right hand?"
