“She hasn’t made me consider murder yet today,” said Archimedes. “And she put you in the dust, Felicity. If it was a real battle you would have been dead three times over. She could probably do the same thing to Andrew, too.”
“Not if I had a rapier,” said Andrew, lifting his chin to preserve his dignity. “I don’t like broadsword. It’s too cumbersome. I can’t move properly.”
“Rapier’s are for woman and children,” said Archimedes. He paused to spit from a hole between his yellow teeth. “Broadsword is a man’s weapon. You’re a man, now, are you not?”
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