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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I got an invitation too. Judging by the number of daughters in the family, it's another day on the meat rack for all the marriageable bachelors."

She looked good enough, Rich would give her that. Of course in a real fight he'd have been three bodies past her by now. Rather than using his shield for defense, he brought his sword up to block. It was uncharged, and could absorb rather a lot of magic. In fact, it would be Pandora's after the fight, at least hers until he could have the goblins do up a custom blade set for her.

As the blade rose, he used it to summon the chair she had been sitting in. It was still right behind her, and she was between it and him. He let some of the spell glance off her shield as if he had missed the cast. At the same time, letting his own shield coast for a moment, he used his left hand to throw a hotfoot jinx at her shoes. It was a small spell, almost household magic, and didn't take much power. He took two quick steps towards her to close the range as he took back control of his shield, and as he reinforced it, struck with the edge of it at her face, a full-strength shield smash, timing it to arrive about the same time the chair would. Things were about to get interesting.