Now take Xena. A much better sport. At least, she officially challenged me to a fight. An honest one. Out in the open. Way better.

No gladiatorial pump and circumstance needed, though. I just took out my best sword (heheh!) and waited for her. There she was, licking her lips and with eyes as bright as two suns, just ready to charge. I thought: "Just let her come at you, Pullo. She wants to kiss you, really. She only doesn't know how. All she knows is how to fight, like any good savage Br..uhhhh, Meso girl would.

So she came at me we clashed our weapons and made a good show of it. Right when the people in the audience started to yell and whistle (as they tend to do, when there's no blood shed after 5 minutes; those impatient b*stards!), the clashing of swords ended up with real fighting, hurting eachother, some blood was drawn. I cried out: "Ow!" (like I normally do when something hits me on the back or when I get to the utmost of coital arousal) and a let myself fall down on my knees. Always works with these ladies who are fond of killing, skinning animals and that sort of thing.

But, as I was about to say: enuff is enuff! Titus Pullo too, has some honor to defend. Even if it's only YOUR honor....*lol* So, I got up and swung myself and all weaponry I still had on me towards her, throwing my full 6 ft tall body weight and arms on her and gave her a hard time!

I never trained this gladiatorial show piece cac, but I know how to fight! Never missed a battle and personally never lost one either. And even my fav general can't say that! What happened, after I had backed away a bit to check on the swift wound I administered to her side? She saw that had had drawn blood from her and all she could say was: "Is that it? I was just beginning to enjoy myself!" Cac, that line was mine. She pinched it.

"Oi dove, if yer going to make comments on our fight, please be a good sport and use yer own words, right?" I told her.

"Heh! You BET I will!" she yelled and continued on a language I can't understand. Must have been Meso talk, then. Or Greek. I only understand one word of that.

"Yup," I said, when she came charging at me again, "didn't understand a word of that," and I kept smiling at her as we resumed our fight. Yes, I smiled at her. She's such a lovely girl, her. Although she's pretty nasty with the sword.

Some say they feel like a lion when they fight a duel. Ahae! I AM a lion when I fight one. Yet, beating up ladies and cut 'em to pieces makes me feel a wee bit uncomfortable. It's such a waste of good looks.... ;)