Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 23:32:53 -0400 (EDT) From: "Paul J. Gallo" Subject: FARPG: Paul in the army?!? Paul sat in the tent of the Lt. nursing a bloody lip that was almost healed and trying to make his hair behave...of course it was not cooperating. The Lt. leaning against his cot on the opposite side de of the tent from where Paul was sitting in a chair... "So..." the Lt. chuckled..."Then you ate Hathgar's meal too?" The Lt. had himself near stiches recounting Paul's unexplicable hungry and the reseltant melee in the mess hall. 'Yes Sir," Paul said as unannoyed as he could manage even though he was screaming on the inside, he did not like people laughing at his expense...unless he intended it, ofcourse. The Lt. bust out laughing and fell back onto his cot.... Paul almost face faulted..instead he just did a smurf face...(even you have never seen me do it, it is kinda hard to explain, right Spiff?) Once, the Lt. composed himself he said, "That was still rather impressive." "What was?" "You held off Hathgar and Remoke for an entire 5 minutes....no small feat." "But I got a bwoody lip." "You are lucky they didn't break your face..." Paul just shrugged. "Where did you learn to fight...obviously no where around here...I have never seen such moves used." 'I come from a very far away place, and back there, I picked up different fighting style from different places and blended them together t make up my own sort of fighting style, less predictable that way." "Ah...I see...and apart from those fancy dodges and blocks and counterattacks...can you use a sword?" Paul smiled slightly, "Well, sir, as you can tell I am not the strongest man in the world...Anything heavier than a Rapier is pretty unaffective in my hands...unless ofcourse my purpose is be killed quickley..." "And how well would you say your with a Rapier?" "I am well enough to keep myself alive for a while, I could be a lot better..." "I am sure we all can," The Lt. said, "Take up your sword and head outside" The Lt. was taking out a Rapier of his own as he said this, Paul knew where this was heading. Outside of the tent they sstood a few feet apart from eachother and drew their weapons and saluted eachother...thankfully the rain, Which had stopped as suddenly as it had started, was not pelting down upon the duelists. The sound of steel on steel brought an audience to watch, what they initially they thought was a foe sneak attack but what ended up only being a test. The Lt. quickley dissarmed Paul, "One love..me" he said as Paul picked up his Rapier and returned to face the Lt. a bit more determined... This next exchange lasted a bit longer but ended with the same outcome "2 Love..." the Lt. smiled. The following exchanged lasted longer than both of the first duals put together...this one ended not with a dissarm but Paul had caught the lt. Overextending and ducked down and layed a hit on teh Lt.'sstomach. "Good Show" said the Lt. Paul nodded, "2-1" The next dual took 10 minutes and ended with Paul Dissarming the Lt. Sending the Rapier high into the air, much to the surpise of the Lt. and his troops...Paul caught the sward in his free hand and thought to himself as he tossed teh weapon back to the Lt, ::Then as I end the Refrain...thrust home.:: "2 all," the Lt announced, "Final bout." Paul nodded and they began. 8 minutes later, the Lt. scored a hit on Paul with the same move Paul scored his first hit on him with... The troops cheered for their commanding officer, Paul nodded to his victorious opponent. the Lt. smiled and nodded to his troops as they dispearsed and then walked up to Paul. "Let's talk," he said. They went back into the tent