The Smart Rogue

There once was a smart rogue. He was currently vacationing in Croatia. However, his daggers itched for stabbing, and he wanted to get back into battle. After a nice swim at sunset, he spotted a warrior walking along the beach...

Even in vacation mode, the rogue couldn’t shake the nostalgic urge to sink a blade into plate armor, a memory that brought him back to Blackrock Mountain in Switzerland, where a small Swiss warrior had once been robbed. This time, however, the urge was not strong enough to make him act.

However, the warrior wasn't so generous. Being a not-so-smart warrior, he could not understand that the rogue has just selflessly spared him. He noticed the rogue swimming in the croatian sea. And he was itching to test his new one shot macro. As his name was.. Swifty. He started running towards the kind rogue, brandishing his greatsword.

A seagull swooped down, snatching a small dagger from the rogue's discarded gear. The rogue swims to shore, sprints to a nearby rock, and lunges to reclaim his stolen dagger, but the seagull soars higher, mocking him. The warrior smirks as he expects an easy victory against the disarmed rogue. But the rogue has a surprise in his beach bag. A dance duel banner. He throws it at the incredulous warrior, hitting him squarely in the face. The dance battle begins.
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