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Tidbit #7

I'm walking with Serena through a town close to Endromidus. We came to see how things are going. Endromidus is my town, but I still like to keep the peace in the nearby towns just for good measure. We're keeping an eye out for anything out of order, but we're mostly just hanging out together. It's not often that we have time to simply be around each other. I have my arm around her shoulder as we stroll through a park area. It's relatively nice out. The snow has cleared up, but it's still cold and windy. At least it's dry. The sun is out, and there's a few clouds in the sky. We pass a couple young guys and suddenly Serena gasps. "What's wrong?" I ask. She pulls away and spins around. "I know you didn't just do that," She growls. I turn to see the guys peeking over their shoulders at us. They're maybe in their late teens. "Serena, what's wrong?" I ask again. She looks at me. "That guy just slapped my ass!" She sounds furious. Suddenly I feel her rage too. I glance at the pair. One of the guys seems to sense what's about to happen and steps aside. "I told you it was a bad idea, bro," He says to his grinning friend. "Apologize," I say, eyes narrow. "Or I'll make you." The grinner, supposedly the one who hit Serena, laughs. "Oh really? And how are you going to do that?" He says, his voice smug and confident. He's taller than me. Probably thinks he's stronger than me, too. I whip out a pair of knives I keep hidden at my waist. His grin falters. "Whoa, man. Calm down." He takes a step back. I fling my knife towards him and it sticks in the ground at his feet. "Pick it up," I growl. "Come on, dude. I'm sorry, okay?" He puts up his hands. "Too late for that, now. You wanted to trouble, well here's your trouble," I say. "Now, I don't want to duel you unarmed, but at this point I would feel no guilt. Pick. It. Up." He hesitantly reaches down and pulls the knife out of the ground. "Prepare yourself." I dart forward and swing my knife at him. He screams a little and flails his blade outward, barely blocking my blow. I swing again, and he just catches my blade with his. He gains his bearings and blocks each of my swings as they come, though I'm speeding up with my blows. Soon enough our knives are a blur as they clash and clang together, he's slowing down, though. Getting tired, and making mistakes. Suddenly a red line appears on his free arm and he grunts. A tear appears in his shirt, blood starting to leak from inside. Another cut on his arm, and another on his chest. He starts backpedaling, but I keep pace with him, our knives clashing furiously. Suddenly he trips on the edge of the trail and falls onto his back in the grass. His knife bounces away and rests a few feet away from him. I step on his chest, and point my knife at his throat. "Yield!" I shout. "Ok! I give up! I'm sorry! I won't ever do anything like that again. Please don't kill me." He looks up at me, his eyes watering. I sheath my knife and step off his chest. I hold my hand out to him and he hesitates a moment before taking it. I pull him to his feet. "I never intended to kill you. Merely to teach you a lesson. Maybe you'll think twice before touching random women on the street," I say. I walk over and pick up my other knife and sheath it too. I turn towards Serena and start walking away. I turn back once more before I'm out of earshot. "Go get yourself patched up, kid. Remember this moment," I say. The guy's friend helps him away, and they walk in the other direction. Serena and I enjoy our day without any more problems.