"Yer all talk," Percy huffed, sheathing his rapier and letting it hang by his side in his rather pathetic victory over the Frenchman. He actually hoped the man found some kind of proper medical attention, but instead just glared as he walked away.


Now, on to a different matter entirely.

"Marguerite!" He marched up to his wife, catching sight of her bust and deciding that these little pirate trousers were just a bit too much. One could say a good swordfight was a rousing sport. "Home, Marguerite," he demanded, then picked up his wife and threw her over his shoulder. "Now."