next time, buy me a drink

Once again Dutch would call it off, knowing he had her beat. He relaxed his stance and took a step back, offering her a crooked smile from behind his fangs. He respected Dutch, she fought well, and didn’t react badly to a defeat. “Dutch” he said politely, offering her a tilt of his head, conveying his feelings into that single word. “I’ll do that” He promised as she moved to turn away from him. This time he didn’t call her back, he already knew her name, and knew that likely they would spare again.

With one last look at the battlefield, he turned and made for home.