The girl in front of me had a sword draw and on instict I drew mine. I was utterly frightened. I had always dreamed of fighting with a sword, but here i was, ready to go and yet I couldnt move. I didnt want to fight, the idea of it shocked me.

"I didnt draw first! You did! I have every right to have my hand rested on the hilt while approaching a possible enemy. Sheath your sword! I do not wish to fight!!" I pleaded. This was giving me a little too much attention and I didnt like it. I stepped forward. Ready to go if need be.