Feeling her left arm getting flung upwards, Vivienne could only see that the blacksmith thought outside the box, and put her into a predicament. [i]One hand down[/i], she thought. [i]Or rather, up?[/i] it was the irony. That's what frustrated her. At least she knocked him down to give herself some time. She pulled and tugged, but the weapon didn't budge from the beam above her. 

Grunting in frustration, the brunette lifted her body up, so she would be upside down right below the beam, using her feet to try and pull the blade free. She didn't realize there wasn't any weight below her, and as she fell, she didn't realize that she was the counterweight. Falling onto the teeter, she rolled off of it, shaking her head to gather her senses. Free and concious, she looked around for the young male, but having to glance up, she knew he wouldn't be too far away. 

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