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"Señor, you must be hearing things. The only ones here are you and me," Inigo laughed nervously.

"No, my hearing is quite perfect. I am certain that there is a small, female child hiding behind the rock," the man said calmly.

There were several moments of silence. Rosalina had stopped breathing, Inigo looked indecisive and the Man in Black continued to stare back calmly. He spoke up again.

"Look, I won't harm her, if that's what is bothering you. I am merely curious," the mystery man said.

Inigo smiled and leaned forward.

"Curiosity killed the cat," he said.

"True," said the man. "But satisfaction brought it back."

"Well there is no one else here. But, even if there was, how could I trust you not to do her harm?" Inigo asked.

"Look here, I may have done some things in my life that I'm not proud of but children are innocent, I would never harm a child."

"No, I don't think you would," Inigo sighed. "Rosalina, would you please come out here?"

Nervously, Rosalina crept out of her hiding spot. The Man regarded her with curiosity. Rosalina made note of the tufts of blond hair coming out of his bandana and the blue, grayness of his eyes. She hurried over to Inigo. The Man cleared his throat.

"There see? I'm not so bad," he said, then asked Inigo. "Is she your daughter?"

Rosalina piped up, "I'm Buttercup's chamber maid."

The man stiffened at Buttercup's name. Rosalina saw a brief flash of pain and longing go past his eyes. He cleared his throat.

"The Princess, I see. Tell me girl, how is she?" He asked Rosalina.

"Well she's just been kidnapped, so as of late, not well." Rosalina said, folding her arms.

There was a moment of silence. It was fairly awkward to say in the least. The man stared, Rosalina stared and Inigo stared. A smile spread across the man's face as he began to chuckle. Rosalina let a small giggle escape her and Inigo allowed a smile.

"Yes, I suppose that would dampen one's mood." The man replied.

He removed his other boot and shook the rocks out. Rosalina climbed onto Inigo's lap and waited patiently for the two men to talk, kill each other, or whatever else two men with swords can do.

"I do not mean to pry," Inigo said. "But you don't happen to have six fingers on your right hand?"

Rosalina herself understood the question. Because she did, she was able to enjoy the Man in Black's face. He froze, boot in the air with the most confused face ever.

"Do you always begin conversations this way?" he asked.

"My Father was slaughtered by a six fingered man," Inigo explained.

Understanding light his eyes. He dropped his hand holding the boot and raised his right, clearly displaying his five fingers.

Inigo dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Was a great sword maker, my father. When the six fingered man appeared and request a special sword, my father took the job. He slaved a year before it was done."

Inigo moved Rosalina of his lap, stood and drew the sword, handing it to man. He was obviously impressed.

"I've never seen its equal," he claimed as he returned the sword.

"Six fingered man returned and demanded it, but at one-tenth his promised price. My father refuse. Without a word, the six fingered man slash him through the heart," Inigo said as he sheathed the sword. "I loved my father, so naturally I challenged his murderer to a duel. I fail. Six fingered man leave me alive. But he gave me these."

Inigo ran a finger along the identical scar on both his cheeks.

"How old were you?" the Man in Black asked.

"I was eleven years old," he replied.

It startled Rosalina to think about a time when Inigo was near her age. Attacking the man who had murdered your Father at age eleven was unimaginable. Inigo continued.

"When I was-a strong enough, I dedicated my life to the study of fencing, so the next time we meet, I will not fail," Inigo said, eyes blazing. "I will go up to the six fingered man and say, 'Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.'"

"You've done nothing but study swordplay?" The Man asked.

"More a pursuit than a study, lately," he replied, taking a seat next to the man. "You see, I cannot find him. It has been twenty years now and I am starting to lose confidence. I just work for Vizzini to pay the bills. It's not a lot of money in revenge."

"Well," the man said standing. "I certainly hope you find him someday."

Inigo stood as well, "You are ready, then?"

"Whether I am or not, you've been more than fair," he replied.

"Wait Señor, we need to speak about Rosalina, and what will happen if to her after this fight," Inigo said.

Rosalina perked up at that comment. What would happen to her? If Inigo won, she supposed she would go with him to catch up with the others. But, what if Inigo lost? Losing meant dying. Would the Man in Black kill her? He said he didn't harm children, but what would happen if Inigo wasn't there to protect her?

"Ah, the child, of course," The man said.

"Will you promise me that during the fight you will not harm her in anyway?" Inigo asked.

"Of course," the man replied. "But what about after the fight?"

"I win, she comes with me," Inigo shrugged.

"Ah, but what if I win?" The man asked.

"If you win, then she can't be left her," Inigo frowned, the thought of losing not occurring to him.

"I suppose I could bring her with me, she doesn't look like she weighs that much so I could carry her," he said eyeing Rosalina.

Inigo nodded and leaned down to Rosalina's height.

"Rosa, during this fight you are to stay out of the way and not intervene. And, no matter who it is, you must go with the winner, si?" Inigo explained.

"Si, but Inigo? You will try and win, right?" She asked.

"I'll do my best," he smiled.

Inigo turned and drew his sword. The man did the same.

"You seem a decent fellow," Inigo said. "I hate to kill you."

"You seem a decent fellow," replied the man. "I hate to die."

Inigo smiled and nodded, "Begin."

The fight started. Ting, ting, slash from Inigo. Dodge. Ting, ting, slash from the Man. Dodge. They began two fencing, their feet going back and forth. Inigo made a swipe at the man. The man ducked and wore a smirk on his face.

"You are using Bonetti's defense against me, huh?" Inigo said.

The man was getting pushed up a hill.

"I thought it fitting, considering the rocky terrain," he replied.

Both men were on the hill now.

"Naturally, you must expect me to attack with Capo Ferro," Inigo said.

"Naturally," the main said. "But I find that Thibault cancels out Capo Ferro, don't you?"

The Man jumped down and Rosalina could hear the enjoyment in Inigo's voice.

"Unless the enemy has studied his Agrippa," Inigo flipped off to land in front of his opponent. "Which I have."

The men continued the fight, moving back to the area where Rosalina was.

"You are wonderful!" Inigo complimented.

"Thank you. I've worked hard to become so."

The man was slowly pushing Inigo to the edge of the cliff and Rosalina feared he would fall. And still he wore a smile on his face.

"I admit it, you are better than I am." Inigo said, still backing up.

"Then why are you smiling?" the man asked.

"Because I know something you don't."

"And what is that?"

"I am not left handed," Inigo said as he quickly changed hands.

The fight quickly turned in Inigo's favor. He began to force the man up some steps and make several stabs at him. They reached a platform.

"You're amazing," the man complimented.

"I ought to be after twenty years," Inigo said.

He shoved the man against the balcony. The push made several rocks plunge of the Cliffs.

"There is something I ought to tell you," the man grunted.

"Tell me," Inigo said quickly.

"I'm not left handed either," the man said with a smile.

He pushed Inigo back, and continued to attack. Eventually Inigo's sword was knocked from his hand and thrown down the steps behind him. Inigo looked back, surprised. He took two steps down the stairs and jumped to a beam, where he swung and ungracefully landed by his sword.

Not to be outdone, the man threw his own sword and it landed perfectly in a patch of grass on the ground. He jumped to the beam and swung himself around it once, letting go to perform a flip and land near his sword.

Rosalina and Inigo both gaped in surprise.

"Who are you?" Inigo asked.

"No one of consequence," the man smirked.

"I must know," Inigo pleaded.

"Get used to disappointment."

Inigo shrugged. "Okay."

The fight continued. The two men danced all over, blades flashing. To Rosalina's alarm, she could clearly see Inigo losing. He began to fight with two hands on his sword, desperately slashing at the man. The man twirled his sword, disorienting Inigo. With a swift movement, the man swiped Inigo's hair, making him grasp his cheek in surprise and drop his sword.

Rosalina gasped. Inigo couldn't lose! That was impossible! Inigo got to his knees.

"Kill me quickly," he pleaded.

The man began to circle Inigo.

"I would as soon destroy a stained-glass window as an artist like yourself. However, since I can't have you follow me either…"

He clubbed Inigo over the head, effectively knocking him out.

"Please understand I hold you in the highest respect."

"Inigo!" Rosalina cried, running over to him.

The man turned to face her.


Voice inside my head: Aloha Oi! Aloha Oi!

Beagle Bug: We don't go to Hawaii untill tommorow!

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Voice inside my head: The first contest will be to become our 75th reveiwer! The second will be an art contest!

Beagle Bug: if you are the 75th reveiwer, you get to be a minor charachter in the story or do commentary with me and the voice!

Voice inside my head: The art contest will be to make a cover for this story! It can be anything you want! Winner gets to have a shout out and their art become the cover!

Beagle Bug: Just send me a PM and I will give you my e-mail! Contest ends 10-8-12

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Beagle Bug: *Sigh* Goodbye everyone!

Voice inside my head: Later!