You find a way.

How do you defeat an opponent in a duel without damaging your foe? You and Adriana circle cautiously a few times as you ponder this question. Twice you see openings that you would have normally tried to exploit, but both times you hesitate. You are beginning to regret your decision to cut the shoulder strap of the young teen. Time after time your eyes are drawn to the firm tit where it peeks from her open dress, after the third lustful glance Adriana notices your attention.

"You want this don't you little man." She teases you cupping her breast and lifting it provocatively. “No man has ever seen this breast before, are you going to be the first to touch it too?” The breast was nearly perfect, not huge, but round and firm with a pink aureole and a nipple that was already peaked in a tight nub. Distracted once again by her breast you almost fail to notice the shift in her stance.

Her blade leaves a hole in your stained tunic as you barely manage to parry her thrust to the side. Unlike before when you had anticipated her combination, you are now badly off balance and only a wild swing in the direction of her face slows her next thrust. If this teen had had a little more experience she could have ended the fight then and there, but instead of ducking under your swing and stepping in for a kill shot, she backed away from your wild swing. Stumbling out of reach of her blade you find yourself standing by her bed and you have a sudden flash of inspiration.

You grab a handful of the quilt that covers her high bed and jerk the thick material free in one great pull. Swinging the quilt a few times to test its weight you turn back to face the spirited teen once again. She is less sure now than she had been just seconds ago as she taunted you.

“Come here girl.” You laugh as you close with her again. Adriana backs away from the swinging bedding unsure of her ability to dodge or block the makeshift weapon. With a flick of your wrist you send the quilt flying in her direction obscuring her vision and entangling her sword arm. As she struggles to push the yielding wall of fabric off you close with her and wrap your arms around both the quilt and her body lifting her off her feet. The momentum of the impact carries both of you to the far wall of the chamber and presses your hard body hard against the squirming tangle of girl, sword and quilt.

Soon the fight is finally over, Adriana’s sword pried from her fingers and tossed into a far corner. She looks magnificent with her wrists pinned by yours against the wall above her brown curls and her bare breast rising and falling rapidly from the exertion of the fight.

“Damn girl.” You tell her as she slowly ceases her futile struggles “I hope to all the Gods that you are worth all this fuss.” Although Adriana is no longer struggling, you see no sign of surrender in her grey eyes.

“Hell Dog!” She spits out confirming your assessment. “You'll have to work harder than that to take this prize.”