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What could you do? Not much, but you could hope for one thing, as you glanced around for dirt, or dust, but the grass was too dark and your opponent too close to go scraping around. There was one thing you knew that Yuliana couldn’t pull or chill, because it wouldn’t be anything she’d know to expect.
You had to buy a little time, though, as you clasped your hand to your heavy wound. <span class="mu-i">Fuck</span> that was bleeding a lot. “So what’s with this bullshit?” You demanded, a strain in your voice coming in that you hadn’t wanted to put in, “I’ve heard of tricks like this. You one of those mountain wizard people? I’ve heard you people always have t’ be on the move…got some reason for that? Can’t settle down like you’d want?”
Yuliana blinked, but tilted her head. “You know nothing about my blood,” she said without any of the anger you’d hoped for, just baffled musing. “It is not by any sacrifice from the mountains that you are laid low. It is the sheer gulf between the ancestry of you and I. The weight of destiny tipping the scales.”
Now wasn’t the time for a smartass comment, but you coughed out a chuckle. “Fate’s a slut, y’know. Even if y’ feel you’re lookin’ in a mirror, that don’t mean she’s yours. She’s everybody’s girl.”
“That wound looks serious,” Yuliana said coolly, “If I were you I’d surrender.”
You gave her a slight, pained smirk. “I’ve had worse.”
“This duel is over,” silver head declared for you, “I do truly appreciate you, though. You’ve taught me some things, in your way. But it’s time for you to stand aside. Or fall.” She made a readying stance- either you’d fall or she’d make you. But you weren’t quite ready for that to happen yet.
“Yeah, well, before that,” you felt your glove squish with blood. Plenty to do what you wanted with it. “I got a bonus lesson for ya.” You flicked out your handful of your own blood, right into Yuliana’s face.
“Akpth!” She tried to shield her eyes, but her alarmed yelp told you she was too late. Lessons were always better when you could figure out the answer without talking, and you wasted no words as you leapt forward again. You had the initiative again, and you’d have to make it count. You were already lightheaded as is, and slipping up again, magic or no, would mean you’d lose…
>The time for half measures was over. Make a deep gouge with your knife. (Where?)
>You couldn’t trust a knife that was in her grasp, even if she was distracted. Clobber her with a punch (Where?)
>Following this opportunity with something she could see coming was foolish. Throw your knife at her and then go for her knife. (Where to target throw?)
>Other?
