In an effort to find some kind of rhythm against so fast an opponent, I stopped looking for the killing blow and simply surrendered to the flow. My mo...ements changed from tense and hard to smooth, relaxed, and soft. My blade slid his thrusts and slashes to the sides, my body always moving into him, trying to take away his tremendous reach advantage. As I slid around his moves, I used the dagger more and more to stab and cut anything I could reach. His white, frilly shirt was soon in tatters,. " Really?? Thanks!"___________________________________________________________________________________Chandler's P.O.V.....I was really scared to tell my sister what was going on. Thought she'd laugh or something, but no. Next thing I know, she told me to sit up and look her in the eyes..."Umm... what now?" Im going to show you what to do, then you do it to me, OK?" Ill.. Ill try, sis." Good."My sister sat oppsite of me, so her legs were parallel with my back. She told me to just relax, and let. “You alright? You look tired.”“I am. I’ve barely slept, I’m sore, I’m stressed. I never realised how hard being on the main roster actually was. Don’t get me wrong I’m loving being here but it’s hard.”“I know what you mean. You just need to de-stress.”“Yep. I just don’t have the time to properly relax.”“Well, when’s the last time you got laid?”“Ha. God knows. Without a girlfriend you don't get a lot of action thanks to leaving places pretty much as soon as you get there.”“Dude, you haven’t been. He could bend his fingers to his palm and hold them, but they really didn’t move around much. It was a simple plan. Give Maxim the silver, skin to skin. Not that it had mattered before, gloved hands had worked fine, but it wasn’t something he wanted to half-ass. Every slavegirl and her enemy ... Slavegirl and Brett, rather, had taken the coin up in their hand. That had been the plan. Make the sale, shake on it, take Maxim’s fortunes.Just like Grandpa Isaac had.Plans had gone to shit. Even if.