That woman didn't best me. I merely came unprepared. I didn't think when I left my bed this morning that some slighted scold with a peiste-sized chip on her shoulder might challenge me to a bloody duel. But I wasn't about to refuse her... not with everyone watching and my reputation on the line. If I ain't one thing, it's craven. But here I am. Bloodied and bruised while that hells-cat sits over there smirking. What she did ain't proper and I plan on learnin' her a lesson. Just, this time with a wee bit of help. What say you?