Defeated by the Musketeers

"Fantastic footwork you have, mister Jerome; you are certainly one of the first to able to keep up with me." the butler said as he moved around and kept his distance away from the incoming attacks, each swing and parry made nose around the hallway, it seems that the two-man started to dance to the death.

"*pant* *pant* same here, to think an old man was able to move like that is a rare gem indeed."

"Hooh, are you perhaps getting tired?" the butler notices Jerome's sweat running down his face; he then removes his butler's jacket and throws it aside.

they had been fighting for longer than average practice fencing last, this level made Jerome realise that this duel is in whole another level, the clock wall begins to ring as  it hits 6 in the morning, Jerome glanced at the clock as he forgot something,

"Hey Jerry, look out!" Lula said as Jerome snapped back to the fight and retreated away from the incoming thrust from the butler.