Soren, Queen of Tarn, newly arrived in Avalon and eager to assert her privileges...
...practices for desperate measures.
Enter Sandra Woolingham, a young lady to be...
...if she lives that long.
"So, little girl, you think you know the sword?"
Sandra grins. "Let's find out."
"They say you ancient biddies are slow."
"Ancient?" Soren grabs the girl's wrist. "I'll give you ancient!"
"Oww! That hurts!"
"Hurts? Then keep a civil tongue!"
Sandra brings her sword back into play. "Not so fast, Queenie. Besides, whoever heard of Tarn?"
Soren takes her stance. "You will learn the proper way, Snot."
"See, Queenie? Like I said, 'Slow'!"
"Take your hand off my hip, or lose it!"
"Oooo! Like, I'm really scared!"
*BONK!*
"Un-h-h!!"
"You young twits never learn."
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