“WTF is this?”
“You’re a Warrior Princess.”
“I’m more like a twelve-year-old’s wet dream.”
“Design the costume ourself, did we?”
She chose a plainly workmanlike broadsword and swung it experimentally.
“This is more like it…”
Looking at the telltale bulge in the front of his tights she folded her lips to contain her mirth.
He opted for a fencer’s foil from another era altogether.
“Don’t be stupid. I could cut you in half with this thing.”
But he lunged.
She looked down at the two halves of his body.
“At least you died happy.”