>>5729951>>5729955>>5729956>>5729985>>5730005>>5730032>>5730034>>5730058>>5730095>We’re doing it Duckworth rules, brat. (I.E. boxing while wearing our traditional Duckworth clothes.)"You needn't worry, my lady--this will only take a moment." You give your master a thumbs-up. You turn your attention back to the elf. "Of course, if we're to dual, we'll do it DUCKWORTH style--we box while wearing some traditional family garb!"
"You'd prefer fisticuffs? Fine. I can do that." The full-blood elf begins rolling the sleeve of her gown up, revealing the lithe musculature of her arm. "I don't plan on donning any of your dirty laundry, but I'd be happy to oblige a light spar."
"Uh, ah-.. wait." You didn't think this all the way through.
Your master's somewhat good mood from after having saved her in the dungeon seems to have rightly dissipated, returning to her familiar glare and scowl of disapproval.
>HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - Fight her. Do it now. Your master will swoon over your strength. >Wait, time out. You were just kidding. Back to magic combat. If you got punched in the face you'd crumple like wet paper. And probably start crying.>You're getting the feeling you're starting to seriously anger Sigrid after having just earned a bit of her trust over the last couple days. Maybe you should back off.>[Write-In.] 