"Bites, what are we doing at the crack of dawn, in armor? Why, just why did you have to drag us here? I am immensely busy at the moment, with the- the death of father." Said Terry, Tomas's brother.

  "That. That right there is why. You three have been in mourning for near on a month. Now, I get that is normal for humans, but I have a way to help." I say.

  "Now, you two. You have that shiny plate armor of yours. Try and beat me!"I say, raising my hands into the air.

  "Bites..." Tomas says, a note of exasperation in his voice.

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  "Come on you two! It will be fun! And you two need a break, to refocus and let off stress. And what better way then a friendly brawl? We have armor on, it's safe!" I cajole.

  The two brothers eye each other, before Terry sighs. "Fine. A match. Just one, you hear me?" He asks.

  "Yes! You won't regret it Terry, I assure you!"

  "KEEP HER OFF ME, TOM!" Terry screamed as he desperately tried to stay away from my reacting hands. He currently had his arm around my throat, and was trying to choke me out.

  "I'm TRYING! Her body is writhing and and she- OF FUC-" He yelled as I surged up and backhanded him with my fist. He stumbled back, trying to back away as Terry hung on for dear life midair.

  I hiss in anger and finally get my fists on Terry. I whip him forward, and toss him away. Through providence or luck, or something else entirely, he crashed into Tomas.

  I lowered myself and coughed hard. He had gotten a rather good hold of me for a while, and I was lightheaded.

  "G-gasp-Good job, guys... Cough Cough... You almost- almost got me... Oh, by got I feel horid."

  At least they weren't thinking about godfather! That's a win in my book! All I needed to do was almost get choked out, get beaten, and have my ears ring. Truly, a win.