Vivienne knew that the more she pushed it, the more she could get inside his head, and find out what makes him tick. That last comment she made towards him probably went a little too far in the young man's boundary. Dodging a powerful swing, the brunette almost got herself struck in the face by the greatly-finished blade. 

They were swinging at each other now, until her blade locked onto his own. Surprisingly, she could feel his strength from the performed action, once they forcefully intersected. Her hand suddenly snatched itself onto the tied-collar of his shirt, to make her face be closer to his own, while they kept their blades in an x-formation between them. "Or, maybe because you already found one, and can't woo said-strumpet?", Vivienne was practically taunting him again, although it was meant to be a curious question. [i]Who was the girl?[/i]

Hearing his declaration of bleakness, Vivienne knew he was angry, so she let the question go, and let go of him, practically jumping away, and launching herself onto a teeter-cart nearby. 

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