"I shall strike thee off thine horse!" Shouted Carl weakly.
Damian sat there on his horse with a great deal of disapproval hidden under his helmet. Carl repeated the words again, sensing Damian's frustration.
"I shall str-r-rike thee off thine horse!!"
Damian shook his head and began to shift off the saddle.
"Stop! Stop!"
Now Carl had grown frustrated.
"What 'ave I done know? Naught' Brih-ish enough for you mate?"
"Time and time again I have to drag your dialect back to the 1500's, tell me, truly now, is this too difficult for you?"
Carl then threw himself off his horse almost losing his balance as he came to the ground.
"I don't fink' I like whut' you're implying!" Carl said in defense. Damian looked at him critically and began to cross his arms.
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