Man of War – Excerpt No. 268

He winced and reached for the wound, feeling the all too familiar viscous liquid flowing… How’s that even

“I believe that’s first blood, Monsieur.”

He took a step forward, did an about face, and found her in the corner. That impenetrable mask she wore during the fight was replaced by a warm smile, which left his jaw hanging loosely. Despite holding him at bay for the duration of the match, she was no worse for wear… not a single hair is out of place.

“That… was… impressive,” Marc said in between breaths. 

“For a woman?”

Venetian courtesan holding a sword, brunette, warm smile. Setting and clothing appropriate for the 16th century Venice parlour at night.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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