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There was an awkward silence at Jack's offer. Noone moved to take the offer. They knew better than to interfere in a common brawl, especially when it involved the likes of the Borgia. The woman in grey sighed heavily.

"Enough of your prattle, whelp!" The red swordsman snarled, knocking aside Jack's sword. "Have at you!" He dropped low into a traditional fencing guard, his legs braced to spring forward at a moment's notice. The razor tip of his rapier still trained on his opponent. Reaching into his cloak he produced a small knife with a slender, spike like blade. It had no edge but it's tip had been sharpened to needle like point. A stilleto. Slowly, and with careful steps the man circled the pirate.

The other men flashed their blades at Vinsces, advancing with grim caution from all sides. As mighty as he was, the odds were against him.