I would think that duels are supposed to be interesting.
They had been preparing for the last half-hour.
You never know about such things.
They had said they would.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Mr. Ratherquite called out. “We are ready to begin. Thank you for your patience. We will try to keep the following duel entertaining–as well as suitable for the ladies.”
Mr. Ratherquite’s Ladies, who were watching with delight, giggled.
“Chickit, I’m ready!” Schwarz announced.
And this is when the professor noticed the weapon of choice: pistols from the 12th century. And if they didn’t have pistols then, from the 13th. And if not then, the 14th. Basically, these pistols must have been made at the earliest time possible.
Schwarz was putting grass into his barrel.
“You won’t win that way, stupid cur!” Salami yelled out.
“Oh, I will,” Schwarz returned. “I already put the that little gray ball in–oh yeah!”
Salami laughed, and leaned over to me, “Watch and see as this sucker blows up his cur face!”
And that’s when I saw Manly-Man and Ruber out of the corner of my eye.
They were sneaking up on Daddy Salami, whose eyes, I should mention, were glowing green.
Mr. Ratherquite and Schwarz stepped away from each other.
“As soon as I say go,” Mr. Ratherquite said (he was red in the face), “we will both fire.”
The crowd murmured.
“Go!” Mr. Ratherquite yelled.
Schwarz had fired first. (He said later that he had never agreed to Mr. Ratherquite’s conditions.)
And Schwarz’s shot went wide.
But it was a hit.
It hit Daddy Salami.
“Cur!” Salami yelled as he fell.
And then this professor heard Ruber say, “We got him now!” And he rushed forward.
It was a mistake.
Mr. Ratherquite’s gun went off next.
And it was a hit.
Ruber fell to the ground next to his dad.
“Ruber, me boy,” Salami said. “What ya doin’ here, huh?”
Around this time, Mr. Ratherquite and Schwarz were shaking hands.
LottieOllie–who I happened to notice (professor warriors notice most things)–had a smile on her face, as did Manly-Man.
Amelia was missing–which was a pity.
For she could have been one of the injured.
Both injured parties were carted off to Scientist’s abode.
It was a dangerous party.