Obviously in a spot that had no easy route, Vivienne decided to take a detour; as the male gave a mighty thrust, practically aiming for a part of her body, the brunette slid down to the floor, forming a split with her legs, allowing herself to duck, while letting his sword hit the wood of the workbench. 

[i]He was pushing it[/i], she thought while letting herself rolled away from him, and towards the huge forging mechanism nearby, which seemed to be holding all of the newly-forged weaponry upon its belt. 

Standing just a few feet away from him, Vivienne gazed at him. "I can see you know what you're doing. Fantastic display", she complimented him, before looking at him challengingly, mainly to intimidate him. "But once again, love: you are between me, and my way out", she keened her blue eyes, and putting herself in a defensive stance, she smirked mischievously. "Shall we dance?"

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