In the darkness faught two men. One with a determined look on his face, sweat poring down his forehead, blonde hair ditry, oen hand holding a bag of stolen items defiantly. The other wearing beat up old pants, old shoes, and old overly baggy shirt and his blonde hair a mess. Both held a shinning sword, the metal clanking against each other ringing out into the night.
The fight raged on for a long time before the theif became very tierd and his hand was shaking. Still he held firm and didnt let his grasp on sword of stolen items get any looser. "You, whoever you are wont catch me! I have not been caught for months and have gotten away with many thefts." He shouted angrily.
With no reply the other man spun and angled his sword in a way that sent the opponents sword flying, then in one smooth motion the man used the hilt of his sword to hit the other man over the head.
The theifs vision became groggy and blurred but before he passed out completly the 'man' removed his wig letting a cascade of long deep brown shinning ahir fall past his shoulders. (wait!? He? Men dont have that long nice hair? Is it infact a man? NOPE) Then the winner took of her gloves and mask, a pretty face smiled back at him and long delecate fingers held the sword firm.
"Fie! It must be pretense for-" But the thief was inturrputed.
"You were beaten by a girl!" She said with a delecate laugh before the theif passed out.

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Later that day general authoraties found the night cat bandit hog tied in the corner of an alley and his bag of loot sitting by him. The authorities smiled and took him to the jail where he would serve many years in prison.
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About the same time that day in a drawing room with a cup of tea in her hand Fleur sat with her friends. They had been talking of money and of thier endless list of suitors. She replied with a smie and sparkling eyes. She didnt mind hearing, but she also loved talking. However it soon became dull and she wished for more entertainment besides gossip and reciting peotry.
"Ladies! We should go into the aumory and practice our archery." She said with a smile.
"Oh no Fleur, we cannot, it would be unspeakable for a ladie to do. Surly you jest! " Her friend Lace replied.
"Yes, I jest." She surrendered.
"Besides, we have a new friend coming, to visit, they should prove to be of great entertainment. Then after them the Lord of Maple is coming, you know he takes a liking to you." She said.
Flelur was about to reply when she was inturputed by hte new comer walking in the door.