Part 245: Sully B

Come on, Lon'qu. Let's spar!

We did. You won.

Pfft. That? I've seen you fight, and that wasn't half what you're capable of. It doesn't count if you win when the other guy's not even trying.

Half is all I can offer someone like you.

Oh, what? Can't fight a woman? Afraid I'll break a nail? I expect this crap from a lot of people, Lon'qu, but not you!

I mean no insult. The fault is mine alone.

I have an... aversion to women. A crippling, involuntary reflex. You're a true warrior, and skilled. But I cannot fight you.

Is this some childhood-trauma thing? Did a girl take your lunch money?

Something like that.

Well, I won't pry. Everybody's got their secrets. ...Wait. Does this happen to you on the battlefield, too?

I manage to suppress it in instinctual, life-and-death situations.

So if your neck were on the line, you'd be able to fight. That makes sense...

HAAAAAA!

Are you mad, woman?!

Going for the kill would be the easy fix, but that isn't really an option here. But I figured if I turned up the intensity, I might be able to trigger a survival reflex. Now pretend I'm about to kill you!

You ARE mad!