Vivienne looked at the young blacksmith with a wicked grin, until he flashed back at her the same way. Before she knew it, he cut the rope that held the tools and catapulted her up to his level upon the ceiling beams.

[i]Damn me and my arrogance[/i]

Managing to catch the wooden beam before her, the brunette composed herself as she glared at the male challengingly, pulling herself up so she was balancing herself on the wooden piece. Her smile was still there before she advanced on him with swings of her sword, while jumping and balancing herself on the ceiling's support beams at the same time. 

Time and time again, Vivienne was using her typical body language to taunt, or distract him: winks and smiles. She didn't want to stay up here too long with him, and she could clearly see that he didn't want to either; so for that, she jumped off the beams, and onto the worktable nearby. 

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