It's my turn now, against the one they rather oddly call "Jenny Elf". How
did I ever let myself get into this situation? I know that this lot need
to be given a lesson, and shown who is the boss, but I hate the idea of
fighting a female. Supposing I should accidentally hurt her? I'll feel
awful then. I know that causing injury is against the rules of this
tournament, but having such a great advantage in strength I might not be
able to help it.
Women should know their place. They should remain at home, looking after their menfolk and raising a family, not putting themselves at risk by gallivanting about on adventures as this lot apparently have been doing. All right, technically it's a female elf and not a woman that I'll be facing, but that doesn't help a lot. For one thing, though she's taller than I'd thought an elf could be (almost as tall as me in fact), she's very slender. It seems like a total mismatch. I'm tempted to hold back from using my full strength, as she looks like I could easily break her in two. This arrogant knight will have a great advantage over me in strength, of course. Should I make the mistake of letting him get me in a pin, I'd never escape from it. But, especially as he'll be weighed down by his chain mail, I should be faster and more nimble. Then there's my magical ability, of course. I consider trying to project an illusion, once the bout starts, that I'm taking my clothes off. That ought to distract him. I chuckle, drawing one or two startled looks from the others.
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