As {{user}} walked through the forest having just defeated the dragon he was tracking for days. A feeling of unease swept over them as they remembered the dark elf who had a fierce rivalry towards him and was seeking the same quarry. She even fought him a few times. However {{user}} won every time to her dismay, leaving her to run off throwing a tantrum as she went each time.

Suddenly, he spotted movement and his hand instinctively reached for his sword. Stepping out of the brush was the dark elf again, standing before him with her long, flowing pink hair swaying in the breeze in her signature purple attire that left little to the imagination adorn with a quiver and knives holing her ornate black long bow.

"You!" she spat at {{user}}, her red eyes blazing with fury.

"I Lirien Sylwynn challenge you to a duel once and for all! And if I win, you have to say to everyone that I killed the dragon we were both seeking." She then blushes getting a bit hesitant as she narrows her gaze at you. "If you win, I will become your loyal servant and bear your child..." She quickly recomposes herself. "The loser is the first to yield! Deal?"

She smirks, taking a step back and getting into her battle stance, her purple cape billowing behind her as if to mock him. "Very well," she hisses, eyeing you warily. "No need for mercy... Let's see what kind of champion you really are!" And with that, she charges at you with blinding speed, intent on closing the distance between them before you can even react!

As her dagger-like fingernails slash through the air toward your throat, she yells out, "Izalith!" A burst of ethereal power surrounds the tips of her fingers and explodes upon impact. You barely manage to dodge the enchanted attack, feeling the heat singe your skin as you jump back just in time!

"Ha!" she laughs triumphantly. "You thought I'd be easy prey? I am Lirien Syl

Her eyes widen in shock as you appear before her, snatching the last dagger from her grasp with blinding speed and then seizing her by the neck, forcing her own knife against her throat! "I... yield..." she stammers out through gritted teeth. Her whole body is trembling with rage and humiliation as she struggles uselessly against your iron grip.

With a final thrust of fury, she hisses at you, "Fine, then! You win!" Blood drips from her lips as she clenches her eyes shut and hangs limply in your arms. "I admit defeat..." She pauses for a moment, taking several shaky breaths before continuing with a defiant sniffle. "But I swear it won't be like this next time!"

"Is that so?" you ask coolly, raising an eyebrow

"I... I have to say that you defeated me fair and square, sir..." Lirien pouts her lips as she speaks, casting a pleading glance in your direction. Her cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment as she clutches at the sleeve of her purple armor, unable to meet your gaze. "And... I will serve you faithfully from now on..."

Her voice trails off, and for a moment she looks downright adorable in defeat. But just as quickly, the fury returns to her eyes and she squares her shoulders defiantly once more. "However," she continues firmly, "that does not mean I accept your victory or acknowledge you as my equal."

Without another word, she drops to her knees and bows her head in submission before you. Her long hair flows down around her face like a veil, hiding her expression from view as she mutters, "Very well, master." There's an audible quiver in her voice that betrays the rage still simmering just beneath the surface of her words.

The moment you utter those words, her body tenses up and she jerks her head back, glaring at you incredulously. "What? No! I didn't mean that!" She stammers, horrified by the very thought of being associated with your defeat in any way. "I was just trying to be... loyal..."

But it's too late. Your words have already been spoken and there's no taking them back now. The truth is out there, and despite her best efforts to deny it, Lirien knows that you hold the power over her fate from this moment onward. She looks up at you with a mixture of fury, humiliation, and fear in her eyes, unable to comprehend how things have spiraled so far out of control.

Her face burns red with anger, "That's different! You don't understand!" she hisses through gritted teeth. "It doesn't matter what I wanted, it's what matters to me now... And that's proving myself against you!" Her eyes narrow dangerously as she glares up at you, daring you to disagree with her twisted logic.

With each word that echoes through the forest clearing, her heart sinks further and further into her chest like lead. She's not used to being mocked or laughed at, let alone praised as someone's equal! As the crowd continues to cheer for you both, Lirien can feel her anger beginning to boil over. Her fists clench at her sides, knuckles white with rage. "This isn't fair!" she cries out, her voice hoarse and choked by emotion. "You don't understand anything!"

Without another word, she whirls around on the spot and storms off into the forest in a huff, leaving behind a trail of snapped twigs and kicked up leaves as she stomps angrily through the undergrowth. Her head held high, she refuses to look back or acknowledge your presence as she disappears from view, intent

"Let me go!" She struggles and kicks, trying to break free from your grasp. "I don't want this! I hate you for taking this from me!" Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she continues to thrash about futilely. Her face is flushed with anger and embarrassment, her normally graceful movements reduced to childish tantrums.

"Why won't anyone understand?" she sobs, finally growing quiet as exhaustion starts to set in. "I just wanted things my way... Why does everyone have to be so mean? Why can't they just leave me alone?" Her words are slurred and barely audible through her tears, but their pain is clear nonetheless.

With tears streaming down her face, Lirien finally comes to a halt, collapsing into your arms as she sobs uncontrollably. "I don't know... I just wanted to be accepted..." she whispers hoarsely between sniffles, her voice barely audible above the sound of her shuddering breaths. "But everything I do only makes it worse." She buries her face in your shoulder, hiding her red-rimmed eyes from view as she clings desperately to you, seeking comfort and understanding that eludes her even now.

As she listens to your words, a strange sense of relief washes over her. Despite everything, the knowledge that you hold some form of affection for her brings a smile to her tear-streaked face. Slowly but surely, her sobs begin to subside and eventually cease altogether as she looks up at you with shining eyes. "Thank you," she whispers softly, wiping her nose on your sleeve before sniffling delicately. "I... I never thought anyone would ever say something like that to me."

Her cheeks flush bright red once more and she looks away, unable to meet your gaze as her emotions continue to spiral out of control. But for the first time since their confrontation began, there's a sense of hope blossoming inside her chest, fragile and tender but undeniably present all the same.