He pulled his staff around his body, but not quickly enough. Her wooden sword connected soundly with his torso, and how Ishamael smiled. He, however, also had an opportunity, and pressed the staff forward, pushing Shelley against a tree with the horizontal staff across the lower part of her torso.
His face was very close to hers, a thin gleam of sweat on his brow. Oh, there was much pleasure in this.
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Date: 2006-10-13 08:54 pm (UTC)His face was very close to hers, a thin gleam of sweat on his brow. Oh, there was much pleasure in this.