| Paris, 1806-the duel with Methos |
| Methos sliced through the fabric of Helen's shirt, which she had borrowed from Pierre before taking off this evening. Luckily she had enough men's clothing to get her though times like this, but Pierre was going to be very unhappy when he found out she ruined another one of his shirts. She reciprocated by slicing his shirt as well. Which did not please him very much, and ended up giving her a hilt in the face. She was stunned by the blow, but responded quickly, just like he had taught her, by giving him a good kick in the groin. Then she tried to run away while he was stunned. "Face me, Helen! Or are you to much of a coward?" He said as he ran after her. The next thing she knew, Pierre was there. Pushing her out of the way and trying to play the hero. "How many times have I told you not to follow me?" Helen said. "Get the hell away from her!" Pierre said. "You don't have any idea what your dealing with, boy, Methos said to Pierre, who was obviously Helen's mortal lover. From what he could gather the boy had no idea what he was. "What kind of a man chases after a woman to cut her down with his sword?" Pierre asked matter of factly. "What kind of woman kills an innocent mother and child?" Methos said. "I don't believe you." Pierre said. Then he drew his own weapon and prepared to engaged Methos in a battle he had absolutely no way of winning. Prev Next |