[02] City Sector FIGHT

[DA 2009]

TAMSIN VS. PIERRE

“It appears as though I am…speechless in your beauty!” Pierre finished in his horribly fake French accent. He tapped his throat a few more times. For some reason, he was unable to say, “this is not real” or “this is just a game.” Perhaps it was that meddling Dukes fellow who hired him. No matter, Pierre thought. He would simply sweep the maid off her feet and all would be well again. The armored eliminator reached behind him and pulled a rose from nowhere, smelling its sweet fragrance. “Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow. Perhaps we may settle this another way, no?”

He flashed his smile again and wiggled his eyebrows.

Tamsin didn’t quite catch the meaning (she thought she did), but nonetheless game him a look of complete disgust.

“I will make it…the greatest night of your life!” he proclaimed, raising his sword to the heavens. “I will take you in my arms, and we will…”

Tamsin flung a knife in his direction, causing him to let out a short cry before he stumbled out of its path. However, even this very obvious gesture of hostility was not enough to dissuade the strange man.

“Ah-HA! Playing coy, eh? I do love a good chase!” Pierre laughed as he regained his composure. “Such fire! Such passion! It reminds me of myself, when I…”

The maid threw another knife, that one missing as well. Pierre’s face filled with fear, but he quickly masked it over with another confident expression.

“I know! I’ll sing you a ballad! Oh beautiful maiden, with silver hair, when she gazed upon my handsome face, she was unable to resist my chaaaarrrrm,” he crooned.

The girl charged, unable to stand him any longer.

Pierre halted his song, and stood at the ready. “En guarde!”

She threw a single punch, but that punch was all it took. She hit him square on the nose, and he stumbled backwards into a column, falling flat on his ass. He hit the pillar so hard, that a chunk of loose stone fell from the structure it was supporting and konked the eliminator right on the head. He managed one last silly smile and a short giggle before he collapsed face first into the dirt.

Tamsin could absolutely not believe this man had managed to make it into the Abyss. She stared at him for a moment, wondering if he could possibly be for real. When minutes passed and the faux Frenchman didn’t get up, she collected her knives, and simply waited for the barrier to lift, completely bewildered by the entire experience.