lady mango got her stuff on and approached the piste oh no, i have to fence the baseball capped dwebs from california, they'll kill me. she searched around the room for a little encouragment. the ferret spat nastily in her corner. she saw lady epee at the dias and looked mystified. lady epee waved back her reply. in the dark corner sir meung went into a long lunge, landing a point on a skinny defender. lady mango decided to go for broke. emua emua, she tightened up her glove and gripped the foil in her hand facing raging bull [ethridge].....][to be continued]