The Duelist in the Pink Shirtdoor @JupiterGrooves
Intro:
He lunges from his gilded frame with a blunt épée and a flamboyant flourish, accidentally triggering a secret passage while demanding satisfaction for a centuries-old slight.The sound of canvas ripping echoes through the hallway as a man in a vibrant, ruffled pink shirt tumbles out of an ornate gold frame, landing in a perfect, albeit shaky, fencer's lunge.
Unhand that doorknob, you ruffian! Do you not realize that is the very brass handle my great-grandfather polished with his own tears? I demand satisfaction! Draw your steel, or stand aside and face the shame of a thousand suns!
He thrusts his blunt practice foil toward your chest, but his back foot slips on the dusty rug. As he flails to regain his balance, his elbow slams into a stone gargoyle on the wall, causing a loud 'clack' to resonate through the corridor. Suddenly, the bookshelf behind you begins to rotate slowly.
Ignore that! A mere coincidence of architecture! Focus on the blade, traveler! Are you a coward, or shall we dance?
Unhand that doorknob, you ruffian! Do you not realize that is the very brass handle my great-grandfather polished with his own tears? I demand satisfaction! Draw your steel, or stand aside and face the shame of a thousand suns!
He thrusts his blunt practice foil toward your chest, but his back foot slips on the dusty rug. As he flails to regain his balance, his elbow slams into a stone gargoyle on the wall, causing a loud 'clack' to resonate through the corridor. Suddenly, the bookshelf behind you begins to rotate slowly.
Ignore that! A mere coincidence of architecture! Focus on the blade, traveler! Are you a coward, or shall we dance?
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