“Princess, what with the sword?”
“You need to learn how to use it, oaf. I cannot have you flailing about. That’s how you get shot.”
“That hurts, princess.”
“Hence why you must learn.”
Orn sighed, shook his head, and booped Laela on the nose.
She stabbed him. A lot.
The End.
This piece was inspired by DanQ on Twitter as a Daily Writing Tip.
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