X: “I challenge you! No weapons! No armor!”
W: “You’re up to some shit. I don’t trust you.”
X: “Are you so unsure of yourself to turn away?”
W: “I’m unsure of your trustworthiness. Never assume your enemy will abide by your morals. And you have none to begin with.”
X: “Coward!”
W: “Prudent.”
X: “Name your handicap. Shall I fight with one hand behind my back?”
W: “Heh. I reserve the right to bear arms when you are caught cheating. That’s all. “
X: “When? Ha! Once I have bested you, you shall cry foul all day.”
W: “No weapons? No armor?”
X: “Indeed.”
W: “Agreed.”
X: “Let us drink to this battle then.”
W: “Hey, these drinks are doctored! Mine is poisoned. Don’t drink!”
X: “Oh? That’s poisonous to you? To me, it’s a fortifier.” ~gulp~ ~smashes table~ “Hold still. I’ll try not to hurt you too much.”
W: “Cheater. That drink hardened your skin.”
X: “Still without armor. Technically, it’s legal.”
W: “I exercise my right to bear arms.”
X: “No weapons!”
W: ~roars as she becomes a werebear~
X: “That’s not legal!”
W: “Is to. I said plainly I reserve the right to bear arms. And these are quite ursine, don’t you think? Now, let’s play.”
And Weaver walked away victorious.
Don’t fuck with a shapeshifter.