He hadn't lost completely, just enough to feel embarrassed.He hadn't lost completely, just enough to feel embarrassed. He sighed and bowed to her again. She took of her helmet and shook her hair loose. It was dark, curly hair, in small rivulets that ran around her face and down her back; the rest of her was equally pretty. Nickolai made his rounds of his other four opponents, scoring well enough that he was in the successive half, the half that would be competing tomorrow, which he knew would be far tougher than today. By the time clean-up came around, he was drinking water by the quart to keep himself hydrated, and he was relieved when the coach informed him that it was time to hit the showers. "Dinner is at six, people, don't miss it." Nickolai sighed as he toweled his head dry, then looked back to see Garth trying, with only some success, to dry off his back. "Want me to get that?" Nickolai asked. "Yeah, thanks," Garth said. "Hey, you know, that girl you were fencing first thing this morning was pretty. What was her name?" "Elizabeth, I think. |