Thread: Squire's Secret (Benny and Gunner)

At first the boys were easy to ignore. Yes, Jacqueline had seen them gather around. She tried to not let them distract her. Just keep going through the steps, offense and defense. Their cackling seeped into her mind. What they chuckled at she didn't know but she did know they were watching her. Eight of them in total, every one of them larger than her. Perhaps they would simply go away and do their chores. They had armor to polish and horses to care for right? Jacqueline moved to go on until one of the boys piped up. She growled low in her throat and let the sword drop, turning to face the group. Eunuch boy. How clever of them. Certainly prime examples of the sons of nobility stood before her. She eyes their sigils, recognizing only two of them. The apparent leader, no surprise it was the biggest of the group, didn't have a sigil she recognized. Training you gib... she began but was cut off with raucous laughter. She blinked and stared at the circle that had formed. Well this wasn't particularly good. One thing in her benefit, she had a real sword in hand, not a stick of wood. Their mocking washed over her and she huffed an annoyed sigh. Boys were painfully stupid. She wondered, briefly, if any of the lads had admirers and if those admirers knew what dunderheaded buffoons these lads were. The leader still mocked and jeered as he stepped forward. Red eyebrows raised and she lifted the sword up. Oh, what do I know what to do with a sword? Gosh...just these pretty little dance moves. Boy oh boy am I sure glad you came along to show me better... She said with a faux, wide-eyed look. Jacqueline knew she had to be careful. The last thing she needed was to actually run the boy through. She was fairly certain that wouldn't go over well. Trouble was the boys wouldn't fight fair either. She was certain the second things went south for their leader they would all jump in. Alright well...let's try this... Jacqueline started the fight with a very sloppy lunge, easily blocked by the boy. The sword suddenly looked three times as heavy as she apparently struggled to swing it. The boys laughed and jeered. She blocked his attacks with just barely enough time to stop the wood from singing on her flesh. Despite the sloppy moves an experienced eye might note that every attack and defend was drawing Fabien closer to his group. With one very wild swing Jacqueline fully missed, damn near charging the circle of squires. The circle broke, the boys scattering to avoid being impaled. Jacqueline let the momentum carry her to the ground, the sword dropped. She heard the laughter again, more mocking of eunuch boy. Heavy footsteps approached as she weakly pushed herself up. Feminine little shit of a eunuch. Did they cut your cock off so deep you have a little cunny instead? He laughed and swung the wooden sword, ready to dole out a vicious beating. Jacqueline smirked, grabbed the sword and returned the swing. With a mighty crack the wooden sword was severed in half. She raised a leg and delivered a very low blow, a powerful mule kick right to Fabien's groin. The boy squealed and groaned, grabbing at his package and falling to his knees. Jacqueline was quick to her feet, hardly even winded, as Fabien retched from the pain. The others moved to run in but Jacqueline grabbed a handful of Fabien's hair and raised the sharp sword to his throat. Ah ah ah...get out of here or your friend dies. I don't have time for mewling, boorish, simpletons. You lot are pathetic. Go on now, tuck tail and run you foul, simpering, coxcomb! At first they didn't seem to know what to do. Until a little drop of red spilled from Fabien's neck. A tiny cut but the blood was enough. The boys turned and trotted away. Once they were gone Jacqueline released Fabien and stepped back. You too...go on now. Bother me again and you'll be the new eunuch. Fabien couldn't speak really. He was convinced he might be a eunuch already from the kick. Slowly he managed to get to his feet and stagger away, still cupping himself. Jacqueline huffed and used her tonic to clean the tiny droplet of blood from the sword. Boys are so stupid...and such a pain. Why do you even bother with them? She grumbled to herself.