Borimir ran at you, he punched you, the punch connected with nothing but air. One minute you were there, the next, you were not. Borimir punched again and again, always connecting with nothing, eventually, you caught his hand as he punched, then, turning, you threw him to the ground, holding him down. You heard laughing from the camp. It seemed that the fight had attracted the attention of the rest of the fellowship. "If you're so good at fighting, why don't you teach them" said Boromir, bitterly, storming off. "Don't worry about Boromir" said Aragorn "He's just not used to being beaten, especially by a woman, he was the best fighter in all of Gondor but he has to learn how to lose as well, he'll come round at some point" "Thanks Aragorn" you said, and then "Hey Legs, why don't you come and help me teach these young hobbits the right way to fight"
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