Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for September 03, 2010
woman: hey, why don't you fight my archrival with me? tyr: Ah! like a first date! Woman; no, tyr, we'll be fighting scath, the unfeeling mistress of the damned! you will have a cold hand reach into your heart, crush your soul and devour your will to live!! tyr: So, more like a third date?