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“Quiet. You are still an <span class="mu-i">alley cat</span>, dust born,” Yuliana remained icy, frigid and unable to pick the sand out of her cunt. “But you charged headlong into what you wanted, to not risk losing it for anything, not even the smallest chance, as long as you were physically able. I did not do that. You were beside Magnus in his fight for his people, his fight for <span class="mu-i">my</span> wishes, instead of I. That will forever be a blemish upon me, until I prove myself your superior.”
You felt a grin spread across your face. This was more like it. “I’m listening. What’cha gonna do, sheepdog?”
“Three matches,” Yuliana said, “Three contests of skill. One chosen by me, the other by you, and if neither of us triumphs twice, then we duel in the way of the old warriors, where we cut one another under the moon until one cannot stand any longer. Or, if you wish, we can assume that last match is the only necessary one. Your face is already split in half, and another cut in it cannot possibly make you worse off.”
Hah. “Sounds fun,” you said, letting your toothy smirk open wide, enjoying that blink she made, that showed how little she knew you. “What if I say no, though?” Your left arm was only recently out of a sling. To say you were as fighting fit as you once were would be a lie- if you had to rely on that arm right now, it could fail you badly.
The silver haired girl stepped close and leaned close to you. “If you don’t accept my conditions,” Yuliana said softly into your ear, her breath cold, “I’ll kill you.”
Maybe that threat would have worked on some ordinary woman. Somebody soft and bubbly like Alina, or somebody domestic like Richter’s mom. Not you. Never you. The first thing you thought to say, and bit back for something better, was to tell this bitch to take that threat and shove it up her ass.
>Refuse. You’re not playing a game to win somebody’s heart. You didn’t enter any contests, and you sure as hell won’t take part in one. If love can be forfeited then there wasn’t love at all. (Give up Magnus to her)
>No, you won’t play games to win a man who’s yours by right. She can try what she likes. You’ll be ready for her when she comes for your head like so many have before.
>Fine, you’ll accede to a best of three contest. You’d win no matter what she pulled. Some people, like you, were just better that way.
>Suggest that Yuliana save her death threats for when her kill count has more tallies than her bedpost. Cunt.
>Other?
