[ He can only sigh as he raises his blade again, prepared to whack more rocks back at her and toward the ceiling. Mostly toward the ceiling, because she doesn't actually seem that bad despite refusing to turn around. She's under orders, too ... it's just between a rock and a hard place.
But, suddenly, an idea strikes. ]
How about we play a game, and the loser has to leave?
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[ He can only sigh as he raises his blade again, prepared to whack more rocks back at her and toward the ceiling. Mostly toward the ceiling, because she doesn't actually seem that bad despite refusing to turn around. She's under orders, too ... it's just between a rock and a hard place.
But, suddenly, an idea strikes. ]
How about we play a game, and the loser has to leave?