We were sparring in the woods, using sticks as swords. His name is Tim, and I am Ariana. We fought long and hard. Just as we thought we saw a gap in the other's defences, it closed as the other person lashed out and took advantage of the momentary opening, just to be parried. He tired slightly faster than I, so in the end he was fighting to parry my blows. Eventually Tim ran, and I chased after him. For a second I lost sight of him, then an arm struck out of nowhere and disarmed me. He then pointed his 'sword' at my throat.
"I win" he said gloatingly.
I then grabbed the hilt of his 'sword', kicked his wrist, and ran around behind him and held it at his neck.
"Oh really?" I asked.

